"Like Pierre said, in order to get gold coins and gold nuggets, I will work hard to survive until the end of the war." Trento, who was also injured, said second.
"In this case, then I will pick out the biggest gold nugget and keep it!"
Carlo said, taking out a gold nugget the size of a pigeon egg from the wooden box, and then took out a gold coin at random, turned to Pell and asked, "What should we do? Throw it directly into the well.
?”
"Find an oil drum!"
Pell looked around, picked up an empty oil barrel at random and said, "Just use it. This is the oil barrel I got from Trento when I went to pick me up from the 15th Armored Division. This way, even if someone else finds it,
It will never come to our heads, right Harry?"
"Yes." The prisoner Harry nodded subconsciously in response, but then he raised his head in horror and looked at reporter Per with a smile on his face.
"It doesn't matter, today you are just a friend attending my and Pierre's birthday party. When the party is over, you will get the map and enough supplies to go back. Victor, how about lending Harry your three-wheel motorcycle?
"
"Of course it's no problem," Wei Ran said, looking at the familiar empty oil barrel in the other person's hand. "He also owes me a silver jug filled with whiskey. Of course I hope he can come back alive."
"It seems that our doctor has discussed things after the war with the wounded Mr. Harry in advance."
While joking about Wei Ran and Harry, reporter Pell opened the empty oil drum he picked out and threw in the gold nuggets and gold coins that Carlo had just handed to him.
"Now that we have arranged the treasure after the war, let's start dividing the gold coins now!"
After Carlo finished speaking, he grabbed a handful of gold coins from the wooden box and gave three coins to each person. Then he gave each person a gold nugget that was only the size of a fingertip and had some patterns.
Pell, on the other hand, jumped out of the truck with an empty oil drum containing gold nuggets and gold coins, randomly filled it with some sand, and then got into the cab of the truck alone.
After the gold was divided, it was no longer a secret that Harry could speak Italian. There was enough clear water accumulated at the bottom of the well.
Seeing that the sun above their heads had reached its highest point, everyone forced themselves to stay sleepy, threw all the empty wooden boxes in the truck, smashed them, and lit up a bonfire.
Beside the bonfire, Carlo and Panetong turned into chefs and prepared pasta for everyone using a large pot found in the truck. Harry, who had completely let down his guard, also used the pot found at the bottom of the well.
The tea set was cleaned, a pot of boiling water was boiled in a kettle, and English black tea was brewed for everyone.
As for Wei Yan and Pell, they had refilled their trucks and motorcycles with fuel, and refilled the truck's radiator tank with water. Then they filled the emptied oil drums with sand to absorb the remaining oil stains, and finally used
The fire was burned once, and after all the fuel had evaporated, they were carefully cleaned with water from the bottom of the well.
While the two of them were finishing their work, Carlo had already cooked the pasta, and even the wounded Trento gave Pierre and Pelle a pair of cans each using an erotic magazine found in the car.
See part of the beautiful model's body wearing the birthday crown.
"Although it's daytime now, luckily we prepared birthday candles."
Carlo said again, placed two pieces of butter in the lunch boxes filled with pasta by Per and Pierre, and then inserted a match into each of them to light them.
As the flames lit up, Harry had already sang Happy Birthday in his native language. Wei Ran, who had borrowed a camera from Pell in advance, also pointed the lens at everyone and pressed the shutter.
When the match on the butter was blown out, Carlo tapped the truck bed next to him with a fork, "Gentlemen, and those impulsive paper girls above Pierre and Pierre."
As everyone burst into laughter, Carlo continued, "Today's birthday party may be the most unforgettable experience in my life, and I believe it will be the same for you.
Please let us thank Mr. Harry for helping us find the water, Victor for saving Pierre and Trento, Panettone and I, and also for the idea of hosting this birthday party, and more importantly
Mr. Pell and Mr. Pierre's birthdays happen to be today."
Amid the applause of the crowd, Pell was the first to pick up the lid of the lunch box filled with red wine and said, "Let's drink to our rare friendship in the desert on the edge of the battlefield."
"Cheers!" Everyone responded loudly. They each picked up their lunch boxes, kettles, or even wine bottles, and raised their necks to take a big sip.
"Carlo, can you start eating?" Panettone asked impatiently, "Now even if the paper girls above their heads come down, I just want to eat a bite of pasta!"
"Would you like some olive oil before that?" Trento, who was shot in the leg, asked with good-natured laughter, holding up the can he had just opened.
"Of course!" Panettone hurriedly carried his lunch box and walked over, followed closely by Carlo. Even Harry and Per, who were not so eager for pasta, also gathered around as if they were joining in the fun.
Everyone was talking and laughing as they each finished a large portion of spaghetti mixed with canned tomato sauce. While enjoying various impromptu performances, they also drank a large bottle of red wine and several glasses of wine that Harry had brewed in advance.
English black tea.
After everyone had had enough wine and food, Wei Ran changed the medicines of all three injured people, including Harry, and gave them a shot of penicillin. The sun above their heads was almost setting. Everyone present knew better.
Now it's time for them to go to their own camps and battlefields.
Pell filled all the empty oil barrels that he and Weiran had washed before the meal with fresh water, and then personally carried a barrel of fuel and a barrel of fresh water and put them on the three-wheeled motorcycle.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! "Harry, this water and fuel are enough for you to return to your position."
Per said, he picked up another oil drum and put it on the three-wheeled motorcycle. "This contains unfinished red wine. As long as you are careful, your boss will not find it. My friend, thank you.
Attend my birthday party.”
"Thank you too, my friend." Harry shook hands with Pere seriously, "I hope I can see you here after the war."
"We will definitely have a chance to meet."
Carlo said confidently, "Just after the war, how about the day before Pierre and Pierre's birthday? Let's hold another birthday for them here. I will bring enough flour and seasoning sauce for them.
You try real pasta."
"I will bring my home-brewed whiskey and the best English black tea." Harry promised not to be outdone.
"In this case, I will wear a decent birthday crown when the time comes." Pierre, the injured man sitting on the edge of the truck bed, joked and pointed to the top of his head, "At least there won't be a paper girl with her naked face on it.
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"I hope your legs will be healed by then."
After Harry finished speaking, he looked at Wei Ran and said, "Victor, thank you. After the war is over, you must go to Loch Ness to find me. I still owe you a silver jug filled with whiskey."
"There's also the Loch Ness monster," Wei Ran reminded jokingly.
Harry spread his hands and said, "Then it just depends on your luck."
"Okay, how about we just wait until the war is over to chat?"
Pell took out an oil drum containing a gold nugget and a gold coin from the cab of the truck. "Just put this oil drum in the well. For the treasure inside, everyone must live until the end of the war."
"Per, what did you carve on it?" Panetong asked curiously.
"This is what I wrote using the Pioneer's codebook to my friends who will meet here next time."
Pell didn't seem to have any intention of keeping it secret. While speaking, he took out the code pad in his pocket and shook it. "As for what is written on the oil drum, when we meet here next time, after the code pad expires,
I will translate it for everyone."
Panetong handed Harry the British Army's standard compass he had obtained at the bottom of the well, together with the replica of the map he had obtained from the bottom of the well, and at the same time joked with a smile, "There are secret words and there are maps.
, now it is becoming more and more like a treasure."
"This is a treasure, isn't it?" Carlo said as he helped wrap the oil drum tightly with a piece of canvas, and then hoisted it into the wellhead with the wire rope he obtained earlier.
After finishing all this, Pell took a revolver from the wounded Trento, filled it with bullets himself, and handed it to Harry, "This is your sidearm. I hope we meet next time."
Then you won't shoot Trento in the leg again."
"I also hope you won't use sand to stop the bleeding from my wound." Harry took the pistol and looked at it, then turned the handle of the gun and handed it to Per, "Friend, I'll give it to you."
"It seems that I have really made a friend from the opposing camp," Pell joked while pulling out his P38 pistol and handing it to the other party.
"Well, goodbye, let's see you after the war is over!" Harry took the pistol and put it in his pocket, said goodbye to everyone, drove a three-wheeled motorcycle, followed the guidance of the map and compass, and ran out of sight while waving his hands.
"Okay, it's time for us to go back."
Carlo burped, "Maybe we can stop one more time on the way and eat all the last pasta and red wine before going back."
"Speaking of this, I don't know if the battle over Gubi Well is over yet." Panetong said with some anticipation, "It would be great if it ends when we go back."
"I hope so, let's set off quickly!" Carlo yawned, "We should really stop for a while, we haven't slept all night, and we just drank a lot of wine."
"Let's go back to sleep!" Reporter Pell pointed in the direction where Harry disappeared. "Otherwise we will really be captured by the British."
"You're right, get in the car! I don't want to see Harry again before the war is over." Carlo immediately greeted everyone to get in the car.
With the help of reporter Pell, he climbed into the cargo compartment and waited for the truck to start running. The slight bumps made Wei Ran, who had not closed his eyes all day, become more and more sleepy, and finally leaned against the compartment and closed his eyes.
