"Come down and help!" The driver surnamed Liu had already opened the hood while greeting Wei Ran.
"Kick, what's going on?" A truck coming from behind asked after it stopped side by side.
"It's not a big problem, it's an old problem." The driver of a car with Weiran responded, "You go first, we will follow later."
Hearing this, the driver of the truck didn't say much, waved his hand and drove over.
It wasn't until the following cars had moved away that Wei Ran could no longer hear the sound of the truck's engine. The driver named Liu, who had been standing at the front of the truck and was known as Yichi, then called Wei Ran to him from the top of the cab.
He unzipped a neatly folded piece of thick canvas and placed it on the propped up hood. He then took out the flashlight from his bag and handed it to Wei Ran, "Help me illuminate it!"
Hearing this, Weiran simply turned on his flashlight and pointed it at the still hot engine compartment.
It was with the help of the flashlight's peripheral vision that Wei Ran discovered that the driver, who opened his mouth and called himself "uncle", was not much older than himself!
"Can I ask a question?" Weiran asked while the other party was looking at the engine compartment.
"Where's the toolbox?" the driver asked, "What are you doing here? Get the toolbox quickly, or are you going to let me unscrew the screws with my teeth?"
Why is this person so unlovable?
Wei Ran muttered to himself, turned off the flashlight he had just turned on, trotted around to the driver's seat, pulled out a heavy toolbox from under the seat and handed it to the other party.
"What did you want to ask just now?"
"You're not much older than me, why should I call you uncle?" Wei Ran asked with a grin.
"Why? Why do you think so?"
The driver said while he was busy, "In our village, your father and I are the same generation. If you don't call me uncle, what do you want to call me? Brother?"
"Can't I give you a kick?" Wei Ran asked deliberately, "Our team doesn't want to have a relationship."
"Okay"
The driver, who didn't look much older than Wei Ran, agreed nonchalantly, "You're a bastard, you're weird. When I told you to call me comrade, I could kick you, but you don't want to do it, and would rather be punished than climb in."
You call me uncle because of this eight-pole relationship, wow! The platoon leader assigned you to me, you don’t want to call me anymore when your wings are stiff?"
"Okay, then I'll call you uncle!"
Wei Ran, who was deliberately clichéd, simply said that according to the seniority of future generations, let alone calling him uncle, even being his grandson would probably be considered an advantage.
"You bastard, you can yell as much as you want," the driver responded nonchalantly while busy.
After thinking about it, calling him "Uncle Yi" didn't seem appropriate. Wei Ran simply asked shamelessly, "Uncle Liu, why did they call you Yiji?"
"Kick the accelerator"
The driver said nonchalantly, "This nickname was given to me by my comrades during the Battle of Crossing the River."
"Why?" Wei Ran asked with interest, "Whoever drives doesn't step on the accelerator?"
The driver known as Yiji showed a bright smile to Wei Ran, "During the Battle of Crossing the River, I drove a truck that was taken over from the Kuomintang. I stepped on the accelerator and pushed the roof of the jeep where a battalion commander of the Allergy Party was sitting.
After driving for a mile, I pushed him into a ditch and overturned the car before stopping. When I pulled the battalion commander out, he peed his pants."
"Then you started shouting?"
Wei Ran asked dumbfounded. Although the driver, who was not much older than him, said it in a relaxed and humorous way, who would have the guts to do such a thing if he had not given up life and death?
"That's not the case"
Liu Yijiao continued busy with the repair work and said at the same time, "I didn't know how to drive at that time. I didn't know how the car started to move. And when I just stepped on the accelerator, the car suddenly hit me hard.
I couldn't stop looking at him, so I thought I might as well hit him to death."
"What happened next?" Wei Ran asked.
"What's next?"
Liu Yijiao said while tightening the screws, "Later I joined the automobile regiment and have been responsible for driving since then. Okay, let's go outside to see the situation. Don't wait until the American soldiers surround us.
Know."
Hearing this, Wei Ran stopped asking any more questions, handed the flashlight to the other party, and then drilled out the canvas that served as a light shield.
After inspecting the car for a while, when Wei Ran returned to the front of the car, Liu Yiqiu had already fastened the hood and asked Wei Ran to help him fold the canvas and re-fix it on the roof of the cab.
"Get in the car!" Liu greeted with a kick and trotted into the cab.
After Wei Ran also closed the door, Liu stepped on the start button and accelerator and started the truck easily. At the same time, he did not forget to remind, "There is a difficult mud road ahead, hold on tight."
Hearing this, Wei Ran immediately grasped the armrest, and Liu Yi stepped on the accelerator slightly.
Amidst the roar of the engine, the overloaded truck roared into the low-lying mud road, crushing the mud and rushing forward.
However, how can it be so easy to drive through this 100-meter-long mud road?
Seeing that the terrain in front was rising little by little, the car's speed became slower and slower, and finally stopped moving forward completely.
"Use the shovel to dig a few times," Liu Yijiao said.
Upon hearing this, Wei Ran immediately picked up the engineer shovel placed between the two of them, opened the door and jumped out of the cab.
Not caring about his soaked shoes and the muddy soup splashing into his mouth, Wei Ran wielded his engineer shovel and dug in front of the wheel, then took off the wooden boards hanging on both sides of the cargo bed and placed them underneath.
In the mud splashed by the turning wheels, the overloaded truck struggled several times, but still could not cross the last hurdle.
Not long after, Liu Yijiao also jumped out of the cab, and Wei Ran and Wei Ran respectively took charge of digging out the mud stuck in the wheels, and even cut some branches from the surroundings to lay underneath. After a lot of effort, they were able to remove the wheel with great difficulty.
The truck drove out.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click the next page to continue reading the exciting content! By the time the two dug out the two thick wooden boards from the mud and refastened them to both sides of the cargo bucket, nearly an hour had passed.
It was an hour later. The rain that had been getting stronger just now had also reduced a lot, and even the moon that had just been hiding emerged from behind the clouds again.
"We have to hurry up!"
Liu wiped the mud soup and rainwater from his face with his feet, and said hello while climbing into the cab.
"Is there still a difficult road ahead?" Wei Ran, who was almost soaked all over, got into the cab and asked.
“The road ahead is easy”
Liu Yijiao replied while controlling the truck, "But it's not very safe. You might encounter American soldiers. Don't be afraid then."
"Just be patient," Wei Ran said confidently. After hearing this, Liu Yijiao didn't say anything more, stepped on the accelerator and increased the speed of the car.
In the dim night, the lone truck finally drove onto a flat road after passing through a sparse forest.
There seemed to be some sparse crops planted on both sides of the road, but because he didn't have the headlights on, he couldn't tell what they were growing at the moment. At most, he could only look at the outline of the seedlings that were as tall as a person.
Li probably guessed that it was either corn or a crop like sorghum.
However, just as their car was about to pass an intersection along this road, a car horn suddenly sounded directly in front of them.
Before Wei Ran could open his mouth, Liu Yijiao turned the steering wheel and drove off the road, plunged the front of the car straight into the farmland that was enough to block the car, and then turned off the engine!
"Something's wrong! It's not our car!"
Liu Yijiao had already pushed open the car door while he was speaking. He held the car door with one hand and carefully stretched out his upper body to stand upright.
After a while, Wei Ran also carefully opened the car door and leaned out.
"Did you hear that just now?" Liu Yijiao asked in a low voice.
"I heard it," Wei Ran responded in a low voice.
"Wait a little longer," Liu Yijiao whispered.
Wei Ran nodded when he heard the words, but then he heard a faint curse in English. At least he knew English well, and he had also been in contact with Americans. Just by the accent, he could tell that it was definitely a curse.
American rather than old British with the smell of black tea.
"Should I go take a look?" Wei Ran asked in a low voice.
"What the hell!" Liu Yijiao responded in a low voice, "Let them go first, and we will leave after they pass."
Hearing this, Wei Ran said nothing more, carefully left the cab, walked around to the other side, and imitated Liu Yijie, leaning his upper body out of the edge of the crop field.
However, the two waited for nearly ten minutes, but still no car drove by!
"Let's go and take a look?" Wei Ran asked again, "We can't wait until dawn, because then we won't be able to leave."
"You stay here and watch the car," Liu Yijiao whispered, "Give me the submachine gun and I'll go over and take a look myself."
"Let's go together, at least we'll have someone to take care of us."
As Wei Ran spoke, he happily handed the submachine gun in his hand to the other party, then got into the cab and pulled out the engineer shovel with the remaining mud.
Seeing this, Liu Yijiao said nothing more, lowered his body, almost crawling, and crawled close to the ground in the direction of the sound.
Wei Ran, who was following closely behind, secretly checked the flashy 1911 pistol in the metal book to make sure that there were bullets in the chamber and magazine, then put it back into the book, and then held the engineer shovel tightly and silently.
He followed angrily.
As the distance got closer, Wei Ran also heard complaints, chatter, and the sound of metal tapping. He and Liu Yiji even saw the dim yellow light from the flashlight one after another.
At this point, the two of them became more and more cautious in their movements. They almost crawled to the edge of the crop field little by little, and looked at the situation outside through a drainage ditch less than two meters wide and half a meter deep at most.
On the road perpendicular to the direction they were heading, an American truck had already driven its front diagonally into the opposite drainage ditch. At this time, less than ten people were carrying an unknown amount of wood out of the truck.
box.
In addition, there are two people trying to use jacks to lift the car's head that is pressed against the side of the gutter. However, perhaps it is because the ground is too soft after it has just rained, or because the space is too small to fit in.
Without entering the jack, the two of them spent almost the entire journey cursing the burst tire in different ways.
In the middle of the road, there was a soldier with a Thompson submachine gun in his hand, sitting on a tire waiting to be replaced, looking warily in the direction of the intersection, which was only a few dozen meters away.
Then look at the far distance toward the rear of the truck. It was so dark that nothing could be seen.
There was a soft "click" sound, and the American soldier sitting on the tire as a sentry lit a cigarette with a lighter, took a hard sip and then asked, "Morgan, how long will it take you to replace it?"
Good tires?”
"At least we have to find a way to lift the top of the car first, but now the weight of the entire car is almost here."
A soldier who was busy complained, "I think we'd better send someone back to ask for help. I'm afraid we will have to work until dawn to get this car out."
"It would be nice if the sun comes up soon"
A soldier who was busy moving boxes at the back of the car took over and said, "I feel uneasy now as if there are hundreds of enemies hidden around me."
"Or should we leave the car here and go back?"
The soldier sitting on the tire said in a puff of smoke, "I heard others say that enemies will indeed pass by on this road. It seems to be the intersection ahead."
"Drew! Can't you say something pleasant?" Another soldier who was busy at the front of the car complained.
"Happy? Of course!"
The soldier sitting on the tire flicked the cigarette butt away, "If there is an enemy at the crossroads ahead, I hope it is the Chinese and not the Northern Han."
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! "Why?" a soldier at the back of the car asked curiously.
"If it's the Beihan people, it's useless even if we surrender, we'll still die." The soldier named Drew on the tire responded, "If it's the Chinese people, it seems like we can survive as long as we surrender."
"real?"
"Of course it's true!" Drew said with certainty, "A pilot friend of mine was caught a few months ago, and he even wrote a letter to his wife."
"How did you know he wrote to his wife?" the soldier named Morgan couldn't help but ask.
"Before I came here, his wife told me about it in bed," Drew said with a hint of showoff, "You must know which one I'm talking about. I even showed you her swimsuit photos."
"Why are there scum like you around us?" A soldier at the back of the car laughed and cursed, "But the woman in that photo has really big breasts."
"It's the same brain as her pilot husband's. It's full of fat," Drew said sarcastically. "That stupid pilot actually wrote to his wife in a letter saying that he was very happy there and that he had sex with several black people.
friend."
"It must be fake!"
The soldier named Morgan made a categorical judgment, "Just look at the Chinese and Northern Han people in our prisoner of war camp. They are starving to death, and our people must not be having a hard time there either.
Maybe the pilot was bribed."
"I guess so"
Drew said indifferently, "But no matter what, at least he must have survived. His wife still regrets why he didn't die in the battle, so that she can get a pension."
Just when Wei Ran was about to continue listening to what these people had to say, Liu Yijiao suddenly stood up, jumped out with the submachine gun in his hand, and shouted "Hands Up" in English with a strong accent!
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The last one has been updated. I'm a bit busy today. Sorry show_htm3;
