In the gap between two sand beams, after a lot of work, Felix finally dug out two oil barrels and two kettles tied together with paracord from the depths of the yellow sand, plus a few
of several cans.
"What day is this?" Morris asked, taking the half-small glass of water handed by the former.
"It's the fifth day, the dusk of the fifth day."
Felix shook the light oil drum and poured the last sip of water into his cup, "We only have the last bucket of water and six cans left."
"In other words, we still have five or six days?" Morris asked with a frown.
"After a week at most, our water and food will be exhausted. After that, we can hold on for at most two to three days before we die of thirst." Felix finished speaking and poured out the only sip of water he had.
Put it in your mouth and lick up the last drop of water that doesn't want to fall.
"It will take us seven days to cover 200 kilometers," Morris told the even more cruel truth.
"Maybe we can find water along the way. Before that, we can only save some water."
Felix was more optimistic. After tying the empty oil barrel to the chair, he stacked the last oil barrel filled with water on top and carefully wrapped it with parachute cloth.
Finally, he wrapped the few remaining cans in blankets and placed them on top. Then he helped Morris sit on them, then picked up the paracord and walked westward along the ravine between the two sand beams.
On the sand beam behind the two of them, Wei Ran drank a glass of beer and ate half a Snickers bar leisurely. This combination was definitely not delicious, but it was still much better than Felix and the other two.
And his reserves are enough to last longer without any problem.
In the past five days, he drank almost half of the beer stored in the oil barrel and nearly a quarter of the water. However, he also drank various energy bars, compressed biscuits, chocolates and other things in the food box.
It's enough for him to eat for half a month.
But just like Felix and others, at this time he had to start thinking about saving consumption for a rainy day.
Waiting patiently for the distance between the two parties to be less than one kilometer, Wei Ran slowly wrapped up a silk scarf made of parachute cloth, put on his flying hat and goggles, and followed slowly with a shotgun on his back.
Go up.
After the strong wind, the terrain of the desert has changed dramatically compared to before, and it has become more and more difficult to walk. From time to time, you have to climb over high sand ridges, otherwise you can only go around twice or even three times the distance.
Although this is equivalent to more physical effort for Felix, as long as Maurice is pulled up to the sand beam, the two of them can at least slide all the way down on the upside-down chair. So in general, the speed
Not much has changed, it's just that I have to fall a few more times on the soft sand.
Of course, for Wei Ran, this way of traveling brought a lot of trouble. In the past few days, he had been using the time on his watch and the number of steps taken along the way to calculate Felix's distance.
changes, and then calculate his physical condition. But now, he can only focus on the road.
For the next three days, the three people working in two groups repeated the boring schedule of resting during the day and driving at night.
Fortunately, since the ground became flat again two days ago, he could finally recalculate Felix's distance.
Compared to when Leon was alive, Felix's speed had dropped by nearly half.
According to Wei Ran's own estimation of physical strength, he can only drag Morris a distance of less than ten kilometers every day at most.
Although the speed has slowed down a lot, over the past few days, Morris seems to have completely trusted Felix, and now the direction he is heading every day is completely fixed at 29 degrees north by west.
"Felix, let's lighten some of the weight."
On the eighth day after the emergency landing, and at dusk on the third day after the sandstorm ended, Morris took advantage of Felix to open the can and said.
"We have nothing to throw away." As Felix spoke, he had already opened the fourth can from the bottom.
"Blanket, submachine gun, submachine gun magazine, even my shoes, and other things on my body that are completely useless." Morris said, even pulling out the P38 pistol that originally belonged to Felix, along with
The things he just mentioned were thrown aside from the chair.
Looking at Morris who was struggling to take off his boots, Felix kicked away the pistol and submachine gun that the former had just thrown aside without leaving a trace, picked up the opened can again, poured some into the cup and handed it to Morris.
Then, while helping him take off his boots, he asked, "Maurice, according to your estimate, how far are we from the airport?"
"There is still at least 150 kilometers to 180 kilometers of straight-line distance."
Morris glanced at the compass on his wrist and continued desperately while holding the cup with food, "At our current speed, it will take at least 10 days or even half a month to get back."
"I really need to lighten my load"
Felix sighed, threw aside the boots he had just taken off, and then bent down to pick up the pistol and submachine gun that Morris had discarded, "But we have nothing left to throw away."
"The iron bucket with no water in it..." Morris froze before he could finish his words, "Felix, you..."
"The airport is at 29 degrees north by west, and the straight-line distance is 150 to 180 kilometers, right?"
While Felix was speaking, he reached into his pocket and took out a shiny silver pocket watch, opened it, hooked his fingers around the chain on the pocket watch and shook it gently.
Morris glanced at the pocket watch reflecting the dusk light, and his face covered with wind and sand was full of despair. It was not a pocket watch, but a pocket watch-style compass!
"So everything you told before was a lie?" Morris asked desperately.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! "What lie?" Felix let go of the pocket watch compass in his hand and let it fall on the yellow sand at his feet.
"Your family, and your mission." Morris asked almost muttering to himself, "Are they all fake?"
"Of course it's all true"
Felix took two steps back, sat on the warm sand and explained slowly, "But my parents have passed away long ago, and my wife was sent to the concentration camp by my own hands because of her bloodline.
Only because of my loyalty can I have the opportunity to be sent here."
Morris was silent for a moment, then picked up the cup he had been holding and took a sip of the canned soup. Then he picked up a piece of soft pork from the inside and stuffed it into his mouth and chewed it.
It wasn't until all the food in the cup was eaten that Morris asked, "Can you get me another glass of water?"
"sure"
Felix put down the weapon in his hand, stood up and poured Maurice a full glass of water.
Taking the water glass, Morris took a sip of water, then put it aside, took off the compass issued by the standard from his wrist, and threw it away together with the watch that Felix had given him.
While Felix was putting the compass and watch on his wrist, Morris spoke again, "Where are the two camps? How about you take me out of this desert?"
“That’s not necessary”
Felix blew the sand on the dial vigorously and said in a calm tone, "The 450 kilograms of gold on the plane have already satisfied me. As long as I leave the desert alive and hide until the war is over, the gold will be enough for me to start a new life."
life."
"Is this your loyalty?" Morris mocked.
"Mr. Morris, this is called cleverness."
While Felix was speaking, he had already taken out a photo and a book of documents from his pocket, and then took out a lighter and slowly burned the upper right corner of the photo with a flame, burning the upper bodies of several people.
After that, the flames in the photo were covered with sand.
"In the future, I will start a new life as the Belgian prospector Rauss Berger." Felix shook the certificate in his hand, "As for you, Maurice, you will carry the secrets of those two camps with you forever.
It’s fine if you stay here.”
Before he finished speaking, Felix had already picked up the P38 pistol, slowly checked the bullets inside and asked, "I'll give you two choices, either I'll give you a shot, or I'll leave you here to die of thirst."
.”
"Help me, actually I have expected this day to happen"
Morris drank the remaining water in the cup with a sad smile on his face, "I thought you would abandon me in the desert after you ran out of food and water."
"I'm sorry, I have to survive."
Felix had already moved closer to Morris as he spoke, pressing the sand-stained gun muzzle against the latter's chin, "Is there anything else you want to say?"
"You will also die in this desert." Morris was unusually calm at this time, and there was no longer fear in his eyes, only full of ridicule.
"I'm afraid I'm going to disappoint you." Felix had already pulled the trigger before he finished speaking!
"Bang!" After the crisp gunshot, Morris fell onto the warm yellow sand.
At the same time, this shot also alerted Wei Ran, who was putting on a one-piece flight suit behind another sand dune a hundred meters away.
"broken!"
Wei Ran's heart sank, he kicked off the flight suit he had just put on his feet, climbed up the sand dune as fast as possible with bare feet and raised the telescope.
Under his gaze, Felix put the pistol in Morris' hand, then sat next to him and slowly finished the remaining can.
Throwing away the can, Felix untied the parachute cloth on the chair, tore off a piece of it and carefully wrapped Morris's body. He even put his own soldier tag and pistol on Morris's chest and wrapped them together.
Get up!
After finishing all this, he picked up the rope tied to the chair, his pocket watch compass and the submachine gun, used the paracord to carry a small half bucket of water and the few remaining cans on his back, and headed north-west 29
