Chapter 995: Changing boats and swarming Japanese stubborn species
In the darkness, Wei Ran held his stomach, struggled to move to the farthest position from the hammock, and squatted down.
While he was COSing the water-powered rocket, everyone on the other boat also took off their pants one after another, holding their stomachs and sitting on the edge of the boat.
"Help me untie the rope," Akira said with difficulty, "I...we are also hungry."
Before he finished speaking, the young pilot tied to the bow of the ship also made the same request.
"Hawkes, untie them!" Captain Evans took a breath and continued, "Don't, don't let them dirty my, my Johnston."
"Wait a minute." Before Hawks could finish his words, there was another sputtering sound accompanied by a stench.
Moving close to the side of the boat and next to the young prisoner, Hawks reached out and untied the parachute rope from the young prisoner's hand. Following that, Sterling also untied Akira's hands. Soon, on the side of the boat,
There were two more Japs escaping together.
"We ate something bad," Sterling said with a grin. "Those fish are not clean."
“Maybe it’s not that the fish is unclean”
The prisoner Akira took a breath and guessed, "That knife, maybe that knife was not clean. It cut the internal organs of that frigate bird, so it might not have been cleaned."
"It makes no sense to say this now"
Captain Evans quickly put an end to the speculation about the cause of the bad stomach before Hawks could speak, and then shouted to the frigate on the other ship and asked, "Victor! How are you doing?!"
"No, not very good!" Wei Ran said with difficulty, "It's dysentery! Hawks! Give everyone some medicine! One pill for each person! Don't take any more if you've had it within four hours!"
"Ming, understand!"
Hawks responded with difficulty, tremblingly opened the cloth bag hanging on his chest, then took out a sulfadiazine from the waterproof bag, threw it into his mouth, chewed it, and washed it down with water.
At the same time, the captive Akira also muttered something in Japanese. However, because at this time, the people on the ship were scurrying around, especially in the swarming Wei Ran, they were not even close to each other.
I heard it, so no one cared too much.
After taking the medicine, Hawks shook out a pill from the waterproof bag and handed it to the young prisoner beside him.
Taking the pills and throwing them into his mouth, the young prisoner pointed to the kettle at Hawks' feet and asked, "Can, can I use your water? The water in my kettle has been emptied."
"sure"
Hawks stuffed the tarpaulin containing the medicine back into the cloth bag hanging around his neck, then lowered his head to pick up the kettle at his feet.
However, at this moment, the young captive pushed the top of Hawks' head with his hand, and at the same time, his other hand had already grasped the sailor knife hanging on his chest!
"Plop!"
The unsuspecting Hawks fell directly into the water outside the ship. Immediately afterwards, the young prisoner also grabbed the dagger and rushed towards Captain Evans!
At the same moment, the prisoner Akira also grabbed the sailor's whistle hanging around Captain Sterling's neck next to him, tightened Sterling's neck with the sailor's whistle lanyard, and dragged him to block the attack.
in front of himself.
The young man also controlled Captain Evans almost at the same time, and took away the L-shaped flashlight on his shoulder and turned it on to illuminate the traffic boat.
While the two prisoners were taking hostages, Wei Ran had just moved to the edge of the thermos with difficulty, preparing to find some antibiotics from the survival bag.
As Hawks fell into the water, Wei Ran reacted very quickly and pulled out the pistol on his chest and aimed it at the prisoners on the opposite boat.
"Are you sure you want to do this?" Wei Ran shouted coldly, holding up his 1911 pistol.
"I have to do this"
Akira glanced at Hawks, who was struggling to climb onto the ship, and then at Sailor Moose, who was struggling to stand up. He turned to another person to talk to and said, "Captain Evans, I think we need to talk."
"What do you want to talk about?" Captain Evans asked calmly with a knife at his neck.
"We want to survive and reach Palau alive."
Akira paused and said, "But my injuries also require your medics, so how about letting me and my companions go to the life raft, and let us guard the thermal bucket filled with supplies and all the weapons?"
"
"The order I gave my medic is that if you dare to resist, he can shoot immediately." Evans said and looked at Wei Ran, "Victor! What are you hesitating about?"
"Victor, do you agree to trade places with us?"
Akira turned to look at Wei Ran, and casually glanced at Hawks and Sailor Moose, who were holding the oars and staring at him.
After a moment's hesitation, Wei Ran simply put away his pistol and continued to rummage through the thermos bucket for the medicines he needed while saying, "I refuse."
"Then I can only..."
"Kill whoever you want"
Wei Ran raised his head and glanced at Akira, then lowered his head and continued to rummage while casually reminding, "Akira, are you an idiot? See clearly, I am an Asian, on the USS Johnston,
I am originally from a group that has been discriminated against.
Have you lost your mind by taking drugs? You actually plan to use the lives of a white vice-captain and an Indian with white blood to threaten a Chinese who wants to kill you at any time? Especially the person you want to kill, in John
There are also people on board the Stone who have been discriminating against me."
Having said this, he finally found two bottles of Atipin, which is used to treat malaria, and is also effective against dysentery from his survival bag.
When he took the medicine into his stomach, Sailor Moose was the first to hold back his laughter, "Idiot, you should have held me and Hawks hostage. We are Victor's good brothers. Of course,
We also don't mind if you kill our captain and deputy captain. This will not only save food, but also save me medicine after killing you and your companions. Am I right? Victor?
"
"Exactly! My brother!"
As Wei Ran spoke, he had already fastened the lid of the thermos bucket again, "These supplies are enough for the three of us to fly back to the Philippines. Of course, you have to swear that I will kill the two of them later."
I guess the two captains will definitely not stop me anymore."
"I originally thought that keeping you two alive would make Sterling and I safer."
Captain Evans sighed and said rather disappointedly, "What you are doing now is as stupid as your attack on Pearl Harbor!"
"Shut up!"
The young prisoner who held Captain Evans hostage shouted angrily, and then switched to jabbering Japanese to talk to Akira.
"Akira"
Wei Ran didn't give them much time to think. He pulled the sleeve to load the bullet and urged, "Are you going to do it? If you don't do it, I will do it. I don't want to be like you, with all my shit leaking out."
Up to the legs."
"I demand..."
"You have no right to make demands," Wei Ran urged impatiently, "If you want to kill me, kill me quickly!"
"I am qualified"
The young pilot with a knife in his hand pointed at the patch in the cabin of the traffic boat with a flashlight and said loudly, "There is a patch tied with a belt on the cabin under my feet! Victor! Agree to our negotiations! Otherwise I will
Just sink this traffic boat!"
"Without this traffic boat, there would be no way to reach the shore with only life rafts."
Akira held Vice Captain Sterling, who was almost suffocating, and limped to his companions, using his and Sterling's bodies to block Weiran's firing range, "And his water-based
Very good, with the weather like this, he has a great chance of tearing the life raft apart. Victor, at least we have a chance of dying together."
"I can't agree to your conditions."
Wei Ran shook his head and refused, somewhat unsatisfied, "But your threats are indeed effective, so let's change the conditions."
Hearing this, Akira once again changed into Japanese, which the others could not understand, and discussed something with his companions. At the same time, he did not forget to let Sterling loose the rope in his hand from time to time.
Soon, Akira said, "We have three conditions."
"If you have anything to say, say it quickly!"
Hawks said with a gloomy face, while Sailor Moose sat on the side of the boat again, having diarrhea as if he really didn't care about the life and death of the two captains.
"First, we need to get back the supplies that belong to us." Akira said, "Including our submachine guns."
"Hold on"
As Wei Ran spoke, he opened the thermos bucket. Under everyone's dumbfounded gaze, he picked up the 100-type submachine gun inside, rounded his arms, and threw it into the sea without hesitation. Then he tightened the thermos with a "snap" sound.
Lifting the lid of the bucket, he squatted down and continued to run away and said, "Now you can change your request. It's no problem to get your supplies back, but the submachine gun accidentally fell into the water yesterday."
"You shameless bastard..." The young man gritted his teeth and looked at Wei Ran.
"We need weapons to protect ourselves." Akira twitched the corner of his mouth and tried his best to hold back his annoyance and said, "We must have weapons to protect ourselves!"
"There is a machete in the survival bag"
Captain Evans suddenly said, "What about the machete and Captain Sterling's 1911 pistol? In addition, there is also the pistol that originally belonged to you, so that we can maintain mutual respect in weapons.
The balance is equal.”
"Where are the supplies?" Akira asked.
"All the supplies that belong to you will be returned to you, but these parachutes belong to Victor's medical expenses, so how about keeping the parachutes as they are now?"
Before Captain Evans finished speaking, the guard on the life raft provocatively tore off a piece of silk umbrella cloth that was two meters square, tied it around his neck as an oversized scarf, and then tore off another one meter.
A square piece was used to wipe the buttocks that seemed to be crawling with bugs.
"He is a madman"
Captain Evans said helplessly, "In Indian legends, a bastard like Victor is called a Wendigo. I wouldn't be surprised if he eats people.
So Mr. Akira, in order to survive, how about we ignore Victor for the time being, and then Sterling and I can talk to him after we have a good discussion?"
After a moment of hesitation, Akira finally nodded, obviously not wanting to have any more communication with the "Wendigo", "We need an additional set of fishing gear and your flashlight, and we need Victor to treat me.
"
"And this knife in my hand," the young prisoner added.
"The fishing gear, flashlight and knife are all fine. I don't think Victor will refuse the treatment. Now make your second request."
Captain Evans smiled and said, "Also, you'd better give Captain Sterling some air. If he dies, I'm not sure I can persuade Victor not to attack you on my own. Sterling, if
Mr. Akira is willing to let go, so don't resist."
After hesitating for a moment, Akira slightly loosened the rope in his hand, and waited for Sterling, whose face was red from holding back, to catch his breath. Then he said, "The second request is that we go to Palau."
"You know the distance..."
"We're going to Palau!" the young pilot who put a knife to Evans' neck shouted with red eyes.
"No problem, we will head towards Palau next." Captain Evans agreed to the second request indifferently, "What is the third request?"
"You and my companions go to the life raft, and I stay on this boat." Akira made the last condition.
"no problem"
Captain Evans agreed happily, "Both of us are responsible for our own diet, and Victor is jointly responsible for our health."
"It's your turn to convince Victor"
Akira breathed a sigh of relief and reminded, "Let him leave our supplies and come back with your things."
"Victor"
Evans looked at Wei Ran who was shrouded in the flashlight beam opposite, "You just heard the other party's conditions. How about I use my house and car in Hawaii and all my savings for you to agree to Mr. Akira's conditions?"
?I will write a transfer agreement later."
"Give me back my tobacco and the dollars in it," Weiyan put forward an additional condition.
"Deal!" Captain Evans, who was cooperating in the acting, replied cheerfully, "Now leave what belongs to them and come back!"
Hearing this, Wei Ran opened the thermos bucket with pretense of reluctance and took out several cans seized from the two prisoners, along with the machete and a small bag of fishing gear in the survival bag, and even the
The bottle of unique products and the 1911 pistol on the chest were all wrapped in the same umbrella cloth that I had just wiped my buttocks with.
He didn't just feel disgusted with the other party, but wanted to fight a germ war with those two desperate devils.
A moment later, Hawkes also endured his physical discomfort and swam over, helping Wei Ran carry the oil drums and their supplies back to the transport boat, leaving only a hammock for Captain Evans.
and a blanket.
When Hawks raised Evans' revolver, Wei Ran also handed Akira the inconvenient Southern Bastard gun.
During the confrontation between the two sides, Captain Evans was pushed into the water and allowed the young pilot to lead him to swim to the edge of the life raft and climb aboard.
Until the other party shouted and gave the signal, Akira used the sailor's knife that his companion had just handed to him to cut the rope of the sailor's whistle in his hand, and let go of Captain Sterling, who had been holding the gun.
"It's just a different boat and the boats are thinner."
Wei Ran snorted coldly and handed the 1911 pistol in his hand to the moose who had been sitting on the side of the boat. Then he also took off his pants and sat down. Along with Sterling and Hawks, he moved the gun back
The thermos bucket was once again firmly tied to the cabin partition.
That night, the heavy rain finally came as expected, and the two sides confronting each other on the two boats did not experience any relief due to taking medicine. Almost the whole night, everyone was just as Wei Ran said - just changing boats and diverging.
That’s all.
The next day, although the weather was still raining heavily, fortunately, Wei Ran gave everyone two tablets of Adipin, which is used to treat malaria, and the turbulent stomach and intestines finally calmed down.
After holding on to their weak bodies, they changed medicines for all the wounded, including Akira, but the people on the two boats had long since given up on the idea of confrontation.
Physical weakness and fatigue, not getting enough rest all night, and even the hunger caused by the long-emptied stomach and intestines, these negative states made everyone curl up in the awning tiredly, staring blankly outside.
Rain curtain.
Time passed by in the afternoon. Not only did the raging rainstorm finally stop, but even the sea breeze they had been waiting for finally inflated the simple triangular sail. Unfortunately, this time, the boat was pushed by the wind.
down, drifting steadily away from the Philippines.
On the transport boat, Wei Ran gave everyone a piece of space, and then he sat down curled up with his body wrapped in an umbrella cloth and leaning against the engine.
Under the cover of the umbrella cloth, Wei Ran secretly took a photo of each of the haggard people on the two boats. Not long after he put away the camera, he fell into a deep sleep.
This state lasted for two full days. Except for Akira and his companions, who had been working hard to guard the mast, Wei Ran and others got a full rest. However, because they had not been able to do anything for several days in a row,
After eating, although the dysentery was barely cured, the body became increasingly weak.
The changes don't stop there, even the weather at sea has changed compared to the past few days.
That night, it was rare that there was no rain in the sky. Instead, there was a sea breeze that blew the jib particularly full.
"Hell, even the weather is on their side."
Hawks lay on his side in the cabin, shivering, pinched a handful of tobacco from the can, rolled it in cigarette paper, lit it, and took a big puff.
"It is impossible for us to reach Palau alive. Even if we arrive at the same longitude as Palau, there is a very high probability that we will miss it."
Sterling, who also lit a hand-rolled cigarette, whispered, "Although the weather is indeed on their side, you see Akira, his body is getting weaker and weaker, and his dysentery has never been cured."
Seeing everyone looking at him, Wei Ran smiled and said close to the moose's ear, "We take Adipin to treat malaria and antibiotics like sulfadiazine or aspirin, but Mr. Akira takes analgesic."
Use phenacetin."
"Pfft! Ahem! Ahem! Ahem!"
Moose, who was also smoking, was choked and coughed. He suppressed a smile and told Hawks and Sterling the good news.
"We need to get some food"
Sterling whispered, "We have to find a way to recover our bodies as soon as possible. If we continue to move towards Palau, our chances of survival will become lower and lower."
"Eat raw meat?" Hawks asked with an ugly face, "We don't have much medicine left, and if we continue to pull it off, we..."
"Maybe we have other ways." Sterling turned his head and looked at the scrapped engine behind him, obviously having a plan.
In the blink of an eye, it was early the next morning. Wei Ran, who got up early as usual, had just secretly taken a photo of each of the two ships. Sterling woke up for the second time, and soon after, he took the photo and woke up Hawks.
While Wei Ran was changing dressings for the others, the two of them carefully cleaned the two helmets. While waiting for the helmets to dry, Sterling took out a small spoonful of oil from the scrapped engine. Hawks
Then carefully scrape off the carbon deposits in the exhaust pipe.
Stirring the two things together to form a sticky black paste, Sterling tore off two more pieces of umbrella cloth and soaked them in the black paste, then attached them to the engine hood and a helmet respectively, and used
The paracord is tightly tied.
Glancing at the awning blocking Akira's view at the bow, Hawks reached out and took out a few belly-turned herrings from the sailor's bag hanging at the stern. After disembowelling them with a carefully cleaned ax, he placed them on the
In that American dinner plate and lunch box that was also cleaned.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Finally, putting on the black helmet, Hawks asked in a low voice, "Sterling, are you sure this will work?"
"Haven't you ever been burned by the deck at noon?"
While tying the helmet, dinner plate and engine hood with ropes, Sterling responded in a low voice, "Don't worry! It's definitely no problem! The weather is good today, not even a cloud. We just have to wait."
enough."
While he was preparing to eat cooked food here, in the awning at the bow of the ship, Akira kept staring at the triangular sail that was swollen by the wind with red eyes.
"It's time to take medicine," Wei Ran said, placing a real pill flatly in the palm of the other person's hand.
"This is different from yesterday's medicine." Akira, who had been holding the sailor's whistle in his mouth, was extremely weak, but the vigilance in his tone was not less.
"Did yesterday's medicine work?"
Wei Ran asked the other party, if he was not allowed to kill in the return mission, this Akira and his companions would have had countless opportunities to kill them, so how could he keep letting them go to such troublesome ways?
Remain half-dead?
"If I die..."
"Whatever you do, I've given you the medicine. It's your problem if you don't take it."
Wei Ran pointed to the direction of the ship's bow, "I just asked Sterling, and according to his estimation, we shouldn't be too far from Palau now. You can die if you want."
After saying that, he ignored the hope flashing in the other person's eyes and took the initiative to show off what he had on him. It wasn't until the other person confirmed that he was not carrying weapons that he became more skillful in flipping into the sea and holding on to the boat between the two boats.
The rafters climbed onto the life raft.
Compared to Akira, the condition of the young pilot whose name he never knew and Captain Evans was pretty good. After all, Weiran would not tamper with the young captive's medicine, that would be too deliberate.
.
"How is the situation?" Wei Ran asked while helping the other party take off the condom on his hand.
"Much better," Evans said weakly, "but I'm starting to miss the ice cream and fried pork chops on the Johnston."
"I miss the hot cocoa on the boat even more," Wei Ran muttered with some gritted teeth.
“We are getting further and further away from the Philippines now”
Evans glanced at the young pilot who was sleeping soundly in a hammock made of umbrella cloth at the other end of the life raft. He lowered his voice and said, "Victor, we must take action as soon as possible..."
“No rush yet”
Wei Ran shook his head before the other party finished speaking, untied the gauze and changed the dressing while whispering, "Akira will fall down soon. When he has no strength, the young one won't be able to hold on for long. By then we will
There are enough opportunities. Akira is very cautious now, and there is no way I can bring the weapon over."
"You don't have to..."
"The Johnston cannot afford to lose her Indian chief."
As Wei Ran spoke, he quickly changed the medicine for the other person, then took out the candy distributed from the last survival can from the waterproof bag and stuffed it into the other person's mouth.
Compared to their side, which requires five people to share one can, Akira and his companions, who only need two people to share one Japanese can, undoubtedly have more advantages.
Of course, although there is an advantage in the distribution of cans, the fishing speed of two people is much slower than that of five people - even if no one has caught any fish in the past few days.
The people on the two boats were not only facing a shortage of food, but they were also increasingly nervous about drinking water. The only one who was not worried about the drinking water problem was Wei Ran. This time, the unscrupulous metal notebook finally did not engulf him.
Those two buckets of rainwater.
After enduring hunger until the sun set, Sterling's natural oven project finally came to an end along with the smelly and undercooked herring meat.
“We have nothing to eat”
Sailor Moose said as he applied the last bit of burn ointment to his body, "My burn ointment is gone too."
"Start using sunscreen tomorrow." Before Wei Ran finished speaking, he had already handed a box of sunscreen to the other party.
"Is this edible?" The moose looked at the oblate metal box in his hand and licked his peeling lips.
"You can't eat it." After Wei Ran said this, his stomach rumbled.
"Mr. Akira is still fiddling with that triangular sail." Sterling took the initiative to change the topic, fearing that everyone would start talking about various food topics on the Johnston or the Hall.
"Can that jib really take us to Palau?" the moose asked curiously.
"Mr. Akira" Sterling raised his voice.
"What's the matter?" Akira, who was sitting under the mast, moved his gaze from the compass in his hand to the direction of Sterling and others.
"Our people are retaking Palau," Sterling said loudly, "Even if we really get to Palau, you will still become a prisoner."
"We will definitely make it to Palau." Akira answered the question, and at the same time threw a souvenir into his mouth.
"Japanese-style stubborn" Wei Ran muttered in Chinese that only he could understand, wrapped the umbrella cloth tightly and closed his eyes.
In the next few days, there were more and more opportunities for sunlight to appear. As the rainy days became less and less, everyone's fresh water reserves became less and less. In order not to die of thirst, even the insulated buckets used to store supplies turned into
Tools for storing water.
In addition to the lack of fresh water reserves, their food reserves were also completely exhausted, so that in the end, the only thing left to satisfy their hunger was some fat that Wei Ran secretly took out from time to time.
Lack of energy supply, lack of miracles, the people on the two boats were so hungry that they had no intention of confronting each other. Everyone only hoped for rain every day, and looked forward to catching the unbaited fishhook tied to the side of the boat.
Apart from anything else, the only hope is to land as soon as possible - whether it is Indonesia or damn Palau.
