Chapter 250: For the sake of gold, work hard to survive until the end of the war
At the bottom of the wet well, after Carlo dug out all the wet yellow sand in the central pit at the bottom of the well, the three of them, who had barely rested all night, waited for half an hour, but the stone pit as big as a bowl opened.
There is only a thin layer of water in it. This amount of water may indeed be enough for one person to struggle to survive here, but it is definitely not enough for the seven of them to survive, let alone enough to support them to return to their respective places according to the simple hand-drawn map.
camp. As for holding a birthday party, let alone even think about it.
After sending all the belongings left by the last British pilot who crashed here out of the well, Carlo tried to use his bayonet to pry away the large rocks at the bottom of the well, but in vain, even his bayonet had its tips broken, and those rocks
But it remained motionless.
Throwing away his bayonet, Carlo said impatiently, "If we want to get enough water, we must dig out these rocks."
"If we want to dig out these rocks, our helmets alone are not enough."
Wei Ran knocked the wet rock under his feet with his steel helmet, "We need a hammer and drill that's big enough, and we also need enough time."
"Or enough explosives"
Carlo calculated, "We still have a few grenades. They should be able to explode these rocks, but it is difficult to guarantee that they will not collapse the shaft wall."
"Maybe it won't be so troublesome." Reporter Pell raised his head, "How about that anti-aircraft gun? We can use that anti-aircraft gun to smash these rocks."
"Use it?" Carlo looked at the former, "How?"
"Let's go up first," Pell said, looking up and shouting, "Panetong, please pull us up!"
"No problem!" After hearing this, Panetong, who was guarding the wellhead, immediately started his three-wheeled motorcycle, pulled the rope, and pulled Wei Ran and others out of the bottom of the well one by one.
Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Pell started the truck and drove to the edge of the wellhead. Then he called on everyone, including Harry, to help, and moved the anti-aircraft gun he insisted on bringing over from the carriage and installed it on the tripod.
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"What are you going to do next?" Carlo asked, helping to move the only two boxes of ammunition.
"Help me put it on the edge of the well," Pell said as he lowered the anti-aircraft gun mounted on the tripod and suspended the entire gun body inside the well mouth.
"Paneton, use the wheels of the truck to hold down the tripod." With the help of Carlo and Weifan, Pell shouted, struggling to hold the anti-aircraft gun from tipping into the well.
Upon hearing this, Panetong quickly jumped into the truck that was not turned off at all, drove the car, and carefully pressed the downed tripod with the front tire on the side of the cab.
After trying to loosen the tightly held anti-aircraft gun, Pell breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Then we also need to use ropes to pull the anti-aircraft gun in the other two directions of the well to prevent it from shaking around when firing."
"How did you come up with this idea?" Carlo asked in surprise.
"I didn't think of this"
Reporter Pell explained with a smile, "I once interviewed an engineering unit. They did this when they were digging tunnels because they were temporarily short of explosives, but the caliber of the artillery they used was slightly larger."
"88 mm?" Wei Ran couldn't help but ask.
"How is that possible? It will definitely collapse!" Pell quickly shook his head and explained, "It's a 37mm little guy. Although it's a waste of ammunition, the digging speed is really fast. Okay, let's try it now!"
As he spoke, Pell had already thrown one of the ropes to Wei Ran, and he tied the other rope to a three-wheeled motorcycle not far away.
When everything was ready, Pyle signaled Weiyan and Carlo to tighten the rope, while he hid in the bed of the truck and pulled the thin rope tied to the trigger.
For a time, the fine sound of anti-aircraft guns, amplified by the well, almost deafened everyone's ears, and the blue smoke rising from the well mouth also steamed up in the morning sun.
In an instant, a 12-round bullet was emptied. The excited Pell rubbed his buzzing ears, quickly took out the second bullet from the box and replaced it, while shouting at the top of his lungs.
He said, "Maybe I should join the air defense company and become a soldier. This thing is much more exciting to use than a camera!"
"Yes! When the time comes, you can use this thing to dig a well for the air defense company!" Carlo joked, dumbfounded.
"When I have the opportunity in the future, I will definitely try the 88mm big guy! Tighten it up!" Before Pell finished speaking, he had already pulled the string tied to the trigger again. Suddenly, the rumble of gunfire broke into everyone again.
Personal ears.
It wasn't until an entire box of ammunition was emptied that Pell, who had had enough fun, signaled Panetong to drive the truck away, and then everyone pulled the heavy anti-aircraft gun aside.
Waiting patiently for the smoke in the well to dissipate, Wei Ran and others immediately descended to the bottom of the well along the rope tied to the truck bed.
In addition to broken bullet casings and exploded warheads all over the ground, the rocks at the bottom of the well had already been torn apart. What surprised everyone even more was that when the three-wheeled motorcycle lights above their heads were turned on, obvious reflections could be seen among the gravel.
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“I didn’t expect this method to actually work!”
Carlo took off the steel helmet above his head, scooped up a mixture of gravel, shell casings, broken warheads and sewage and poured it into the iron bucket that just hung above his head.
Soon, Wei Ran and Pell, as well as Harry who came down later, joined in the process of clearing the rubble. As buckets of rocks were sent to their heads, everyone was surprised to find that there was actually a layer of rubble under the rocks.
Sand filled with water.
After everyone used their helmets to clean up the gravel and sand, a patch of yellow reflection appeared on the bottom of the water illuminated by the motorcycle lights!
Pell bent down to pick up a reflective object from the bottom of the water full of yellow sand and wiped it on his clothes. Then he said with a smile, "It seems that we have discovered a treasure, and those rocks just now are not natural. I guess
Someone must have deliberately thrown stones from the nearby stone mountain."
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Carlo took out a rusty scimitar from the bottom of the water, and then picked up a broken mandible. "Some people died here for these gold coins."
Wei Ran also took out a gold coin from under the cold well water that was about to submerge his feet, and then discovered that this thing was exactly what the archaeologist named Herbert used to use the video when he came to find him with the oil barrel.
The kind of gold coin that was shown.
So where did this thing come from? Wei Ran muttered to himself, and simply did not express an opinion, but quietly watched the development of the situation.
"Pick up all the gold coins!"
Pell threw the gold coins in his hand into the helmet, and then put the helmet on the stone aside. "Compared to these gold coins, this water is the most precious thing. When we go up, we can divide these gold coins."
"Indeed, at least for now, this water is enough for us to drink, but we'd better clean up the bottom of the well. Mussolini's ass is disgusting enough, and I don't want to drink soup made from ancient bones."
After saying that, Carlo, Wei Ran and the captive Harry threw the gold coins in their hands into the helmet in no particular order.
The interrupted excavation and cleaning work continued. When the sand, gravel and gold coins at the bottom of the well were all cleaned up, a small spring hidden in the stone cracks in the corner was finally dug out. According to this spring
At such a speed, perhaps half of the well could be filled in just one night.
Since water resources are so abundant, everyone no longer cherishes the dirty water under their feet that is mixed with a large amount of sand, gravel and possibly ancient bones, and is stepped on to remove the dirty water. They simply carry it out in iron buckets in a hurry.
After cleaning the rock layer at the bottom of the well, everyone finally drank enough from the small spring. Then they filled up their own water bottles and were pulled up along the rope by the Panetong tricycle at the mouth of the well.
While water was slowly accumulating at the bottom of the well, Carlo and Per called everyone, including Harry, into the bed of the truck.
Carlo looked at the time on his watch. It was already past ten o'clock in the morning. It took almost a whole day to dig this dry well filled with sand since yesterday. The speed was not unpleasant, but
At the same time, everyone was exhausted to the limit, and the skin on their palms had already been worn out.
After looking around at the exhausted people and the two injured people holding water bottles and drinking water, Carlo grabbed a handful of gold coins from the helmet, let them clang and fall into the helmet again, and said with a smile, "
Not bad, not only did we find water, but we also found some ancient gold coins. If everyone has no objections, how about we divide the gold coins equally and hold a birthday party for Mr. Pierre and Mr. Pell?"
"No objection, of course we have no objection!" Panetong was the first to say.
"What about you?" Carlo looked around at everyone, including the captive Harry, and couldn't help but nodded slightly.
The German reporter Pell, who had been secretly staring at the prisoner Harry, frowned slightly, then relaxed, as if nothing happened, raised his camera, pointed it at everyone, and pressed the shutter.
Seeing that no one had any objections, Carlo poured the gold coins in his helmet into a wooden box originally used to hold ammunition, divided them briefly and said, "The gold coins are not too many, there are only 22 in total, and there are also
Some gold nuggets with beautiful patterns, let me see... There are only 8 gold nuggets in total. It seems that no matter how we divide them, there will be one more gold coin and one more gold nugget. It happens that two people have birthdays today.
, why not just give the extra as a gift to Pierre and Mr. Pell?"
"How about leaving the extra gold nuggets and gold coins in the well?"
Reporter Pell suddenly said, "What if we are all still alive after the war ends, and come back here to decide who should own the gold nuggets and gold coins?"
"I have no objection," Pierre, who had recovered from his fever, joked weakly, "even for that gold coin and that gold nugget, I will work hard to survive until the end of the war."
