The white light that filled his field of vision woke Wei Ran up from his hangover. When he opened his eyes, he realized that he had returned to his studio by the Volga River.
Last night, or to be more precise, the night before he got drunk, he drank a lot of wine with the two survivors, Pierre and Trento, in that restaurant, but they had a tacit understanding that they would never drink again.
They mentioned their respective experiences on the battlefield.
It is obvious that whether it was the deaths of Carlo and Panetong or the yellow sand battlefield in North Africa, they have become memories that the two war survivors did not want to touch.
Amidst the familiar tinny voice, the metal book spread out on the desk in the bedroom didn't give Wei Ran a chance to sigh. It automatically turned to page 13 as always, and the metal quill suspended on the page seemed to be no one else under the photo of the oil drum.
The following story is continued:
"Treasure at the bottom of the well"
Carlo Panettone, a tank driver of the 32nd Tank Regiment of the 132nd Division of Italy, was killed during the Second Battle of El Alamein on November 2, 1942.
Pierre, a tank driver of the 32nd Tank Regiment of the 132nd Division of Italy, suffered severe burns and his right leg was amputated after returning to the army. After recovering from the injury, he retired and returned to Turin, Italy, where he ran the "Gubijing Pasta" restaurant. He died of illness in 1986.
Trento, a soldier of the 80th Transport Company of the Italian 101st Division, became a German prisoner of war after Italy surrendered in September 1943. He returned to Italy with the help of German journalist Pierre, and was invited by Pierre to partner in the "Gubijing Pasta"
Restaurant, worked as a chef, died of illness in 1971.
Pell, a reporter for the German newspaper Vanguard, died in an Allied air strike while conducting interviews on the front line during the Battle of the Ruhr on March 30, 1945.
British scout Harry, after the war in North Africa ended in 1943, forged medical records and retired, returning to Scotland to run his family's wine cellar and silverware workshop. After the war, he went to dry wells in the desert of North Africa many times to wait to meet friends. On December 15, 1952, at
On his way back to the UK from North Africa, he accidentally ran over a landmine left by the British in the North African battlefield of World War II and died.
After writing this, the metal quill pen started a new line and listed two addresses. One of these two addresses is on the shores of Loch Ness, Scotland, England. The other is in Turin, Italy. Even the end of the latter address also says
“Gubijing Pasta Restaurant”.
In Wei Ran's lamentation, the metal quill pen wrote another line, "The treasure buried deep in the yellow sand in the well is not gold coins, but precious friendship and even more precious peace."
Amidst the clatter of turning pages, the metal quill brushed under the red swirl on the back of the page and wrote, "Friend, after the war is over, please come to my birthday party on time."
When the metal quill that completed the work fell on the table, Wei Ran looked at the floating objects in the red vortex and already had a rough guess in his mind.
I put my hand into the whirlpool and tried to lift it out, but as expected this time I still couldn't lift it out.
Putting away the metal book, Wei Ran put his left hand on the bedside, and then three brand new oil barrels painted in the desert appeared on the bed.
The handles and lids in the middle of these three oil barrels, which were originally used to fix the small iron pieces representing the octane number, are each inlaid with a conspicuous gold coin. Next to the gold coins, there are also Chinese characters written on them.
There are three Chinese characters about the size of a fingernail: "oil", "water", and "wine".
Next to the three oil drums, there was a worn-out code book.
He picked up the code book and opened it. On the first page, the words "Per Schilling of the Vanguard" were written in beautiful cursive characters in German. In the code book, there was also a simple hand-drawn map. Wei Ran remembered it clearly.
, that was exactly the map that was found in that dry well.
Putting away the code book and opening the first oil barrel, the strong smell of gasoline came out. At the same time, Wei Ran also noticed that the main bodies of these three 20-liter oil barrels did not use the original welding process, but the welding process.
The one-piece molding process and even the material have been upgraded to titanium.
"How much does this bastard like titanium?" Wei Ran muttered to himself. After closing the lid of the first oil drum, he opened the second one.
There is no doubt that the contents inside are the same as what is marked on the side of the gold coin, which is full of fresh water. The third one, on the other hand, only contains more than half a barrel of red wine.
Excluding the oil barrel itself, which has been upgraded in craftsmanship and material, and the three gold coins on it that cannot be removed at all, these three barrels contain exactly the supplies that German reporter Pell prepared for Harry, who was about to return to his camp.
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Turning around and picking up a cup from the table, Wei Ran poured himself a cup from the bucket labeled "wine". The familiar texture and taste were exactly the same as the red wine he used to quench his thirst when he was lost in the desert.
, I can’t say it tastes good, nor can I say it tastes bad, but it is full of the taste of memories.
Wei Ran drank the last sip of red wine in the glass carefully, closed the lid, and put them back into the metal book.
Wei Ran picked up the code book again, and after some research, he began to compare it with the code book, and translated the secret words left by reporter Pell on the oil drum sent by Herbert.
Gradually, a piece of German appeared on the screen of Wei Ran’s mobile phone:
In the predicament on the edge of the battlefield, I saw rare peace, the fragility of life, and the betrayal of soldiers from three countries against their respective camps.
But in this dry well, we all gained precious friendships, an unforgettable birthday party, and the hope of ending the war as soon as possible.
I hope that next time we get together, we can organize a decent birthday party as friends. I also hope that everyone can participate on time and dig out the treasures that belong to all of us.
Per Schilling, reporter for the German newspaper Vanguard 9.12.1941
Turning off the phone screen, Wei Ran felt a little tipsy from the glass of red wine just now. After exhaling forcefully, he took out the Guqin Yaoguang from the metal book.
Soon, the melodious music of the piano came from the bedroom, filling the empty studio downstairs, taking away Wei Ran's inner feelings and traces of negative emotions.
After the song ended, Wei Ran calmed down, walked to the long table downstairs, and took out the food box first.
In order to cope with the environment in the desert, he put a full basin of mineral water and cooling oil on the second floor of the food box, but the metal notebook gave him no chance to use it. Now he is back alive.
, these things will naturally become useless. Even because I got those three oil barrels, as long as the metal notebook does not act evil in the future, there is a high probability that I will not face a shortage of water again.
After cleaning the stainless steel basin on the second floor of the food box, he put back the box of poison needles locked in the safe. Then he took out the anti-tank gun that was also useless and removed the magazine from it.
What surprised him was that the high-speed tungsten-core armor-piercing bullets that he had secretly withheld during Trento's surgery were all sitting in the magazine, not even the armor-piercing bullet in the barrel.
