Chapter 554 Fulfills Wei Rans dream of desert surrender
In the hot and dry hinterland of the desert, Felix fell down again and again and got up again and again, limping towards the increasingly blurry oasis in the distance.
On the other side of the dune a hundred meters behind him, Wei Ran poked the shotgun he had carried all the way on the sand at his feet, walked back slowly in the opposite direction, and bent down to pick up the last piece that Felix had thrown away.
A can.
Taking out the oil drum from the metal book, Wei Ran poured more than half of the water into the can, then collected the oil drum and slowly walked toward Felix in the distance with the can in hand.
When he stopped again, Felix had fallen on the yellow sand and fell into a coma.
"Are you running? Why don't you run away?"
Wei Ran put the can of water aside angrily, then turned Felix over and inspected his body carefully. Fortunately, besides a gravity knife specially designed for paratroopers, he had nothing on him.
There are no lethal weapons.
Until this time, he finally saw Felix's face clearly. Unsurprisingly, this face covered with wind and sand, with chapped lips and sunken cheeks, was the same as that of his grandfather, Lawrence Berger, who had been provided by Edward.
The photo is definitely of the same person, except that the face in front of me is younger and more miserable.
"Captain Felix?" Wei Ran played with the paratrooper knife he took from the opponent and gently called the opponent's name. Unfortunately, the man didn't react at all.
"You slept really well..."
Wei Ran put the paratrooper knife aside, then lifted up the unconscious Felix, picked up the can filled with water and brought it to his mouth.
Perhaps because of the instinct of survival, almost the moment Felix's lips were moistened, he started to swallow according to his instinct, and then he opened his eyes and held the can in his hands.
Seeing this, Wei Ran let go of his hand and waited until the other person finished drinking the water in the can before letting him lie down on the sand again.
"Are you...Victor?" Felix asked hoarsely.
"Yes." Wei Ran nodded happily, "Captain Felix, why did you..."
"Thank you..." Before Felix could finish his words, he closed his eyes again and fell into coma.
"Your uncle..."
Wei Ran twitched the corners of his mouth. Fortunately, he had been thinking of excuses to dispel the other party's wariness, but he didn't expect that this guy didn't even give him a chance to speak.
But what should we do next? Is it possible that we have to carry him on our back and continue heading towards 29 degrees north by west?
Just as Wei Ran was swaying from side to side, on the other side of the mirage that had not yet dissipated, two camels, each carrying a man wearing a white robe and holding a rifle, ran over from behind a sand dune.
The two camels were not very fast, but the dust stirred up by their flying hooves made them look quite impressive.
Turning his head and looking in the direction of the shotgun, he looked at Felix lying on his feet, and finally at the paratrooper knife next to him. Wei Ran quickly dug a small hole in his footsteps, buried the paratrooper knife and the can box in it, and then
He raised his hands enthusiastically, which fulfilled the regret of not having a surrender experience the last time he joined the North African battlefield.
Within a few minutes, the two camel cavalry stood on the left and right of Wei Ran and Felix. At the same time, they pointed their Enfield rifles at them from a distance. Looking at them together, they seemed to shoot at any disagreement.
appearance.
After the two sides were in a stalemate for more than ten seconds, one of the cavalrymen, whose face was covered with a turban, shouted to the camel to kneel down, then waved the rifle in his hand and said something in a language that Wei Ran could not understand.
Seeing Wei Ran's confused look, the cavalryman directly grabbed his neck collar and took a few steps back. Then he walked to Felix's side, took off the goggles on his face and put them on his head, and then
He took off the pocket watch compass hanging around his neck, looked at it, and hung it around his neck with satisfaction.
Seeing this, Wei Ran immediately took off his goggles and handed them to the cavalryman behind him who was still riding the camel. The latter nodded with satisfaction and picked up the goggles with the rifle in his hand.
After a while, the cavalryman from before also took off the standard compass issued by the German army from Felix's wrist, shouted something happily, and handed it to his companion.
After searching Felix's body for loot, the cavalryman searched Wei Ran's body again. Unfortunately, apart from a lighter, he couldn't find anything on his body, whether it was a compass or a watch.
Or maybe the gold plate from Leon had been put into the food box by Wei Ran.
After searching to no avail, the cavalryman said something to Wei Ran again. Seeing that Wei Ran couldn't understand, he simply imitated the "click, click, click" sound of a submachine gun firing.
Want a gun? Wei Ran immediately pointed in the direction where Felix dropped his submachine gun not far away.
Before he could put down his hand, the man who had not gotten off the camel shouted to his mount and ran over. Soon after, he ran back carrying the submachine gun and two empty magazines.
Under the vigilant gaze of Wei Ran, the cavalryman who had mounted his camel again took out a bone whistle that seemed to be made of camel bone and brought it to his mouth.
As he played hard, a low and harsh whistle drifted out. A moment later, two more cavalrymen, also holding rifles and wearing white robes and riding camels, ran over.
When the two cavalrymen came closer, Wei Ran and Felix were also tied with leather ropes behind their backs and their hands were placed on the smelly camels. The two cavalrymen who first spotted them led the camels in the direction they came from.
After bypassing two sand dunes and a sand beam in succession, Wei Ran was even more glad that he had just chosen to surrender instead of taking out his pistol and killing those cavalrymen, because in the shadow behind this sand beam, not only were there more than forty heads lying
There were even a dozen people wearing robes and holding Enfield rifles sitting under the large tent next to the camel!
Before he could clearly see the situation around him, the camel underneath him knelt firmly on the sand under the shouts of the cavalry, and he was also pulled off and thrown aside.
Soon, a skinny old man wearing a light blue robe, an khaki turban, and a goatee on his chin came over.
The old man did not speak, but the two cavalrymen who discovered Wei Ran and Felix respectfully presented all the captured items in front of the old man.
The old man in blue robe first took the submachine gun and looked at it, then looked at the two captured compasses in turn, and finally picked up the lighter he found on Wei Ran and put it in his pocket.
Finally, after looking at the photo of the ID found on Felix and the burned corner, the old man in blue robe picked up the telescope with a broken lens barrel and opened his mouth to say something.
Soon after, a man brought in a wooden box that was not too big. Under the command of the old man in blue robe, all the things that had just been captured were put into it.
Not only that, he even ordered people to take off Wei Ran and Felic's shoes and socks and throw them aside. Then he checked the blood blisters on the soles of their feet very carefully, and then nodded with satisfaction.
, asked tentatively in English, "Are you Germans?"
"Do you know English?" Wei Ran asked in surprise.
But it was obvious that the old man in blue robe was even more surprised that Wei Ran could speak English. Fortunately, he explained first, "This desert has been occupied by the British for many years. Of course I can speak English. Young people, you are from Germany."
Human? Why do you know English?"
“Definitely German”
Wei Ran replied cheerfully that there was nothing to quibble about. The submachine gun had already explained everything. However, to the latter question, he just answered vaguely, "My English was taught by a British friend."
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"How can a German have English friends?"
The old man in blue robe mocked, and then didn't give Wei Ran any chance to speak. Instead, he said something he couldn't understand. Then, someone immediately pushed Wei Ran to the edge of the camp.
"Can you give me and my friends some water?" Wei Ran asked loudly, "We are almost dying of thirst."
"Do not worry"
The old man in the blue robe was fiddling with the lighter he had just obtained while making a promise nonchalantly, "I also hope to trade you two for some weapons, so I won't let you die of thirst."
Before he could finish his words, a young man in a white robe picked up the rifle in his hand and hit Wei Ran hard on the back of his neck with the butt of the rifle, causing him to lose consciousness in an instant.
When Wei Ran opened his eyes again, he immediately felt that he was swaying gently as if he was on a boat. He tried to move his hands and feet, and as expected, he was tied firmly and even wrapped in a
A smelly blanket.
Looking at the night sky above his head, he turned his head with great effort. What he saw at first glance was half of the camel's butt. Then, he felt a smelly tail being thrown on his head.
After struggling to raise his head, he saw clearly that he was lying on the shelf on the left side of a camel with his head facing backward, and on the shelf on the right, lying on the shelf was Felix, who was still in a coma.
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"Felix? Felix?"
Wei Ran tried to shout, but unfortunately, the other party did not give any response. Not only that, because of his shouting, a young man in a white robe who followed him covered him with an equally smelly blanket.
His and Felix's faces and the camel's butt.
"Your uncle..." Wei Ran cursed secretly, but immediately closed his eyes and mouth.
"It would be nice if the bayonet could be taken out," Wei Ran secretly regretted, and in the end he could only keep quiet and endure the time.
If the blanket covering the head hadn't been too smelly, and if the hands hadn't been tied behind the back and pinned beneath the body, which had already begun to numb, lying on the camel's rack while traveling would have been a pretty good experience.
However, perhaps it was precisely because of his imprisoned body and the pungent smell that made him feel that time had become extra long and torturous.
