"Victor, wake up, why did you fall asleep here? Victor?"
Wei Ran, who felt like he had only slept for less than five minutes, woke up from the shaking and subconsciously took out his pistol from the metal book.
"Did you have a nightmare?"
Seeing Wei Ran's startled look, Harry quickly took a step back and raised his hands, "I often do this too, but fortunately the war is over, right?"
"The war is over?"
Wei Ran realized belatedly that the pistol in the metal book could be taken out, and Harry stood in front of him wearing casual clothes.
"Didn't it end half a year ago?"
Harry saw Wei Ran putting the pistol he had taken out from nowhere into his arms, then he put down his raised hands and walked over, "I thought I was the fastest, but I didn't expect you to come earlier than me."
Rubbing his face vigorously to wake himself up as soon as possible, Wei Ran tried to ask, "What's the date today?"
"Tomorrow is Pierre and Pierre's birthday. What day do you think it is today?"
Harry held the car door and replied, "Speaking of which, we haven't seen each other for four years. How have you been over the years? Are Carlo and the others okay now?"
"I...I don't know, after that incident, I was transferred to other troops."
Wei Ran made a random excuse. He only remembered that he slept in the truck and what happened in the four years that were fast-forwarded by the metal book. How could he know?
"I hope they will arrive on time tomorrow. I have prepared a lot of good things for everyone." Harry said and waved to Wei Ran, "Come and have a look! I spent a lot of money to get here.
money."
"What have you prepared?"
Only then did Wei Ran have time to observe the surrounding environment. The stone well not far away was obviously where they found fresh water, and he was sitting in the same car as the one they took when they parted ways.
In the cab of the truck.
As for Harry, what he drove over was a Willys Jeep filled with luggage. Except for the driver's seat, the rest of the Jeep was filled with wooden boxes of various sizes. These boxes
It was tightly fixed by nylon mesh, and there were several oil drums painted with bright red paint fixed on the hood of the front and rear of the car.
"This is my home-brewed whiskey, the best Scotch whiskey!"
As Harry spoke, he opened a wooden box in the passenger seat, took out a beautiful glass wine bottle and stuffed it into Wei Ran's arms, then opened the second box and asked, "Victor, what else?"
Remember it?"
"Remember" Wei Ran nodded, "This is the tea set that was found under the well."
"Yes, that's them!"
Harry said with great nostalgia, "I have been keeping them, and I don't even want to use them. I promised you at that time that after the war is over, I will treat you to drink my home-brewed Scotch whiskey and the best English black tea. etc.
When they arrived, we still used this tea set to drink!"
"What are the rest of these?" Wei Ran asked curiously, looking at the other boxes.
“There’s a lot of stuff”
Harry opened the net and said, "There are gifts for everyone, as well as tents, gasoline stoves, small generators and other things. I even brought a record player and a radio. This birthday party must be more lively."
!”
At this point, Harry took off the hat on his head, pointed to the scar on his head and said, "Do you remember this scar? You sewed it up for me."
"Of course, of course I remember."
"Then you must remember that you promised to go to Loch Ness and be a guest at my house."
Harry put his hat back on and laughed loudly and said, "So Victor, I didn't prepare any gifts for you, especially not a silver flask full of whiskey. I want to wait until you go to Loch Ness.
Give it to you personally."
Wei Ran opened his mouth, but didn't say anything after all. He turned around and looked at the vast desert around him, changed the subject and asked, "Why haven't they come yet?"
"Maybe the road is not easy to walk!"
Harry replied with a headache, "I encountered two sandstorms on the way here, and I was almost buried in the sand. They might have experienced the same thing as me."
"I hope we just encountered a sandstorm..." Wei Ran responded absently, already having a bad feeling in his heart.
Harry was full of confidence. As he walked towards the back of the truck driven by Wei Ran, he asked, "Victor, what good things did you bring?"
"See for yourself!" Wei Ran said as he followed him. He didn't even know what was in the compartment of the truck.
The two of them walked to the back of the truck, and then discovered that the cargo box also contained a lot of food and drink, and even a lot of firewood, which was absolutely rare in the desert.
"Since they haven't come yet, why don't we set up the tent first?" Harry happily took out a bottle of beer from a wooden box, bit it open, and asked after taking a big sip.
"Then let's set it up." The bad premonition in Wei Ran's heart became more and more serious, so much so that he became a little anxious.
It can be seen that Harry is also very worried about the situation of Carlo and others. He has been trying to find something to do for himself, obviously not wanting to let himself have time to think too much.
The two of them hurriedly set up two tents in the corner between the two cars and the well, hung up kerosene gas lamps that were bright enough for the road, even lit a bonfire, and got the record player working.
stand up.
However, until the evening, until the early morning of the next day, until the sun set at noon the next day, the music on the record player was played over and over again, but none of Carlo and the others showed up.
"Victor, are they...are they lost?" Harry asked in a panic.
"I don't know..." Wei Ran shook his head, opened a bottle of cold whiskey, poured it into his mouth, and then choked and coughed repeatedly.
"I even prepared a birthday cake for those two bastards." Harry glanced at the direction of his car and said worriedly, "Just wait, maybe they will arrive soon."
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Wei Ran sighed, raised the bottle and took another sip of whiskey that he was not used to. However, when he swallowed the sip of wine and returned his sight to the horizon, he found that he was already standing on a road that looked like
On an old street.
Looking at the half-empty whiskey bottle in his hand, and then looking up at the freezing rain falling above his head, Wei Ran looked around, and soon his attention was drawn to a restaurant with the lights still on.
Looking through the clean floor-to-ceiling windows of this restaurant, you can see seven or eight tables in the empty store. On a table next to the floor-to-ceiling windows, there is also a birthday cake with candles.
Beside the birthday cake, two silent men were sitting opposite each other, each eating a plate of pasta. There was a cane beside one of the men.
After thinking for a moment, Wei Ran opened the wooden door of the restaurant. But before he could take his second step in, he heard Pierre say impatiently, "Get out, we're closed today!"
Wei Ran paused and put his second foot into the store, "How about at least one pasta?"
"You are... Victor?! Are you still alive?! This is probably the best birthday present today!" Pierre and Trento, who was sitting opposite him, looked at Wei Ran in surprise, "How are you?
Found it here?"
"I just happened to be passing by." Wei Ran put the wine bottle in his hand on the table, glanced at the crutch next to Pierre, then looked at Trento sitting opposite him, and finally couldn't help but ask, "Carlo and
Where’s Panetong? They’re not with you?”
His question made Pierre and Trento look at each other, and then sighed in unison.
"Let me tell you"
Trento picked up the whiskey that Wei Ran had just put down and got himself a glass. He poured it into his mouth and explained gloomily, "Those two bastards died during the Second Battle of El Alamein. They were killed by the British."
Killed by a landmine."
"As expected, you didn't survive..." Wei Ran muttered to himself, then asked, "What about you? You..."
"That burn kept me in the hospital for almost two months, and my right leg had to be amputated to survive."
Pierre took up the topic and said, "But fortunately, because I became a cripple and was no longer useful on the battlefield, I was able to come back alive and open this restaurant with the gold nuggets we found in the well.
.”
Having said this, Pierre also pulled out a necklace from his neck. In addition to wearing the soldier badge of the Italian North African Legion of World War II, the necklace also had three bright yellow gold coins. "Now I only have these three gold coins left.
"
"I'm not as lucky as Pierre"
Trento also pulled out a necklace with three gold coins and a soldier tag from his neck and shook it. "After Italy surrendered, I became a prisoner of war of the Germans. If I hadn't been lucky enough to meet Pell, and he was willing to send me away."
If I go back to Italy, I'm afraid I'll have to spend two years in a prisoner of war camp before I can come back."
“Of course thanks to Pelle”
Pierre looked at Wei Ran, "Speaking of this, Victor, do you have any news about Pierre? I haven't seen him since he sent Trento here two years ago."
Wei Ran shook his head, changed the subject and asked, "You didn't go to North Africa?"
"Aren't you going too?"
Pierre picked up Weiran's wine bottle and took a sip, "Carlo is dead and Panetong is dead too. We don't know how to explain to Pierre and that British guy Harry when we went to North Africa. Even I
I’m worried about them too...so I’d better not go.”
"Victor, what about you?" Trento took the bottle and asked, "Where have you been in the past few years?"
Seeing Wei Ran's hesitant look, Pierre waved his hand, walked into the bar with a cane, took out two bottles of red wine and placed them next to the birthday cake, "It seems that the war also didn't leave you any good memories.
