Chapter 996 The life-saving catch and the fatal moose
At the back of the traffic boat that was blown by the sea breeze, Wei Ran, who was hiding under the umbrella cloth, touched the ribs that were protruding from hunger, then touched the sunken cheeks and the slightly wobbly teeth, and then shivered.
He hurriedly took out the British army kettle filled with grease, used the temples of his sunglasses to dig out a piece of grease the size of his thumb and put it into his mouth. While carefully sipping the grease, he also used the grease to moisten the cracked and exploded
Leather lips.
Without waiting for the greasy and slightly salty grease to completely melt away, he took out his camera bag and, while snoring one after another, put in a new film with difficulty with his trembling hands.
He no longer remembered how many days it had been since he boarded the ship. He only remembered that this was the second time he had changed the film, and there were still two unused films in his camera bag.
When I get back, I want to eat braised pork! Eat pork ribs! Eat pancakes and steamed buns with noodles!
Wei Ran swallowed his saliva and set up a greedy hope for himself. Then he carefully opened the umbrella cloth and took a photo against the fiery red morning glow.
In this photo, Hawkes and the young pilot were sitting at opposite ends of the life raft, with a 1911 pistol tied tightly to their hands with an umbrella cloth that had long been unable to be lifted.
Sitting on the bow of the traffic boat were Captain Akira and Captain Evans. As for the stern, naturally there were Wen Yan, Vice Captain Sterling and Sailor Moose.
He no longer remembered that this was a replacement compromise reached by both parties a few days ago, and the reason for this was just because he, the medic, was too hungry to have enough strength to swim from the ship to the lifeboat six or seven meters away and then climb out.
Went up.
Because of this, Hawks, who did not need treatment, was simply replaced by Captain Evans.
But even so, all Wei Ran can do now is to distribute the few remaining oral medicines to them regularly and quantitatively, or replace the wounds with gauze washed with sea water and dried in the sun.
As for the dressing and the crucial sulfa powder, he had long forgotten that they had been used up a few days ago.
Fortunately, the two captains at the bow and stern of the ship are now in good condition, and Akira also died due to a medical accident artificially caused by the weihan.
Acute dysentery, which should have been cured long ago, was delayed and turned into chronic dysentery.
Unfortunately, Sailor Moose already showed signs of inflammation and low fever, and Wei Ran didn't have many antibiotics in his hands.
He squinted his eyes and looked at the scorching sun above his head, lowered his head and looked at his wrinkled and ulcerated feet, even his legs and arms that were red and peeling from the sun, and finally looked at the bulging triangle sail, Wei Ran
He sighed secretly, took off the kettle, took a sip of the slightly fishy smelling rainwater, and lay down in the cabin again to endure the time.
"Victor...Victor..."
The moose shouted hoarsely, "Water...is there water...is there water?"
"Yes," Wei Ran said, passing his kettle over.
Taking the kettle with difficulty, Sailor Moose carefully took a sip, and then immediately returned the kettle to Wei Ran. However, he did not swallow the water in his mouth in a hurry, but instead used a steel cup to scoop it out of the ship with difficulty.
He poured a tiny sip of sea water into his stomach.
"You can take a sip too," Wei Ran sighed secretly and handed the kettle to Captain Sterling.
"You don't have much water left," Sterling waved his hands tremblingly and refused in a hoarse voice.
"Drink, I still have a jug," Wei Ran said, forcing the jug into the other person's hand.
"I can't remember the first time I've heard you say that," Sterling said hoarsely.
"Drink, there really is another pot."
Wei Ran said, and even helped the other person put the water bottle to his mouth. He was not lying. Now he indeed only had the last pot of water left. As for the oil drum in the metal book, there was only one left.
Less than half a barrel is left in stock.
But now we don’t know when we will be able to reach the shore. Naturally, we have to drink this water sparingly.
Sighing silently, Sterling took a sip of water, tremblingly screwed on the lid, and pointed to Captain Evans sitting at the bow of the ship.
"Do not worry"
Wei Ran took the kettle and helped the boat move over little by little. Under Akira's eyes that seemed to want to eat people, he pulled out the Colt revolver on his chest and handed the kettle to Evans.
.
"How much water do we have left?" Evans asked weakly. "Not much." Wei Ran paused, "Only one pot left."
"How many days is it now?" Evans asked hoarsely as he took a sip of water and returned the kettle to Wei Ran.
"have no idea"
Wei Ran shook his head and looked at the other person's swollen feet, "Take another sip. You are already dehydrated. Wet your legs with sea water later and let them dry before wetting them. It may have some effect."
"I will do this"
Evans glanced at Akira, who had been staring at Weiran's kettle, and finally took another sip of water, then took Weiran's pistol and held it in his hand, while extending his left hand to Weiran.
After untying the gauze and looking at the wound that had grown dead and had its stitches removed, Wei Ran nodded and said, "The recovery is pretty good, but we still have to be careful not to touch the water. We have no more medicines that can be used."
"I'll pay attention"
Evans looked at his left hand, which was missing two fingers, and joked hoarsely, "If I can go back alive this time, I will install an iron hook on my left hand, just like a pirate in the 16th century."
"Put a golden hook on it"
Wei Ran helped the other party bandage the wound and said in a hoarse voice, "It would be best to have a hidden compartment where food and water can be hidden."
"I will find someone to design it carefully," Evans said, moving to the side to make way for Wei Ran.
"It's your turn," Wei Ran said, looking at Akira leaning on the bow of the boat. "Can you give me a bite..."
"No," Wei Ran replied before the other party finished speaking, "We don't have much water either."
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Akira opened his mouth, and after a moment of hesitation, he tremblingly took out his cigarette bag pot from his pocket, "Then, give...give me some
Tobacco, always..."
"What are you going to give in exchange?"
Wei Ran asked while helping the other party treat the wound on his foot, "Akira, there is no friendship between us. To be precise, we are actually enemies, so what do you plan to give in exchange?"
"I..." Akira looked at the gold jewelry on the tobacco bag, "Use...use this piece of gold."
"Forget it if it's gold."
Wei Ran helped the other party change the gauze, stepped back half a meter, and said while washing his hands outside the ship, "Give me Captain Sterling's sailor's whistle or your pistol, and I will not only give you a pack of tobacco, but also
I’ll also give you some water.”
"This is the first time you are willing to break up with me..." "I just don't want you to die so early."
Wei Ran pointed at the two young men on the life raft, "Lest your nephew do anything impulsive out of despair."
"It's day 12"
Akira said suddenly, "We should be closer to Palau than the Philippines now, right?"
"I don't know." Wei Ran shook off the water drops on his hand, "If you don't want to change, just..."
"Searching:
Akira didn't wait for Wei Ran to finish speaking, then untied the umbrella cloth tied to his hands, and dropped the Southern Bastard pistol that was tied to his hands on the floor between the two of them.
"Your kettle," Wei Ran said after a moment of silence.
Hearing this, Akira tremblingly picked up the Japanese officer's kettle beside him and handed it to Wei Ran.
Opening the lid, Wei Ran poured all the water from his own kettle into the other person's pot, stared into the other person's eyes and took a small step back.
Picking up the kettle, Akira tremblingly brought it to his mouth and took a sip, then another, and then a third sip.
After fastening the lid again, he tied the flask to the rope between the two boats, and with all his strength, tremblingly, he blew the sailor's whistle he had snatched from Captain Sterling.
"Du—! Du—! Du—!"
Before the whistle blew, the two young men on the life raft simultaneously raised the
The 1911 pistol on board was aimed at the other party, but their attention was directed towards the direction of the traffic boat.
With difficulty, Akira stretched out the kettle in his hand towards the young pilot, stretched out his hand and pulled the parachute rope between the two boats, sending the kettle over.
Making a drinking gesture towards the young pilot, Akira took off the sailor's whistle around his neck, threw it to the floor with another "clang" sound.
After picking up the whistle and rinsing it in the sea water, Wei Ran handed it and the tortoise box to Captain Evans behind him.
"You win, Akira-san"
Captain Evans shook his head helplessly, "Now we can only hope to reach Palau as soon as possible—if we can find Palau."
"Please, please, please."
Akira first threw a piece of the unique product into his mouth, and then with difficulty he got into a kneeling position and put his forehead on the wet floor.
"us..."
"There is no point in killing him anymore."
Evans shook his head, "Whether we can survive or not depends on where that jib can take us. Victor, save your energy."
"You too," Wei Ran said, and moved back to the stern of the boat little by little.
After completing the daily basic work, Wei Ran wrapped himself in the silk umbrella cloth again and fell asleep again soon after.
After an unknown amount of time, he was awakened by the sound of "dang-dang-dang" knocking. Immediately afterwards, he saw Sterling pulling a fishing line alone, while the sailor moose next to him used a steel helmet to
It hit the engine casing.
"Help! Victor! Help! Fish!"
Sterling's voice could hardly make any sound, but he still held on to the fishing line in his hand.
After reacting for a while, Wei Ran randomly wrapped the silk umbrella cloth around his hand twice, helped him grab the fishing line and started to pull it up.
However, the strength of this fish was surprisingly strong. Not only did the two of them fail to pull it up, but even the two boats tied together seemed to have almost been pulled away!
"We need help!"
Wei Ran shouted hoarsely, and at the same time he stepped on the side of the boat with both feet, using his own weight to prevent the fishing line from loosening.
Soon, the moose, which had been having a fever, grabbed Wei Ran's belt from behind. Then, Evans blew the whistle and moved over as quickly as possible to grab the moose's belt.
"Akira! Come help!" Evans turned around and shouted, but the hoarse voice was not even as loud as Splash's voice.
Akira also reacted for a while, then crawled over and grabbed Evans' belt.
"Plop! Plop!"
Amidst the continuous sound of falling into the water, Hawks and the young pilot in the life raft also flipped into the sea. Gritting their teeth and relying on the little strength left, they swam towards the catch caught by the fishhook.
"Pfft! Pfft!"
After two gunshots came from underwater, the surface of the sea was dyed red with blood. At the same time, Wei Ran and Sterling also clearly felt that the power that was stalemate with them disappeared, and the fishing line also
It can be taken back reluctantly.
"Du—! Du—! Du—!"
Captain Evans summoned up all his strength to blow the sailor's whistle in his mouth over and over again. His eyes were always staring at the water. At the same time, he pressed the unreliable whistle on his chest with his hand without leaving any trace.
The southern pistol is ready to shoot at any time!
"Wow!"
With the splashing water, the pilot floated up first and lay down exhausted on the rafter made of paddles between the two boats.
Almost at the same time that Captain Evans pulled out his pistol with all his strength, Hawks' head emerged from the water in another splash. "Quick! Come up!"
Evans quickly put the pistol back into the holster on his chest, and reached out to the outside of the boat with Akira behind him.
Hawks and the young pilot looked at each other, held on to the rafters and floated to the side of the traffic boat little by little, letting Evans and Akira pull them onto the traffic boat respectively.
At almost the same time, Wei Ran and Sterling, with the help of Sailor Moose, struggled to pull up their only catch for more than half a month - it was a bomb fish, a bomb with a body length of 70 centimeters.
fish!
Seeing this big fish with a bullet in its head, everyone on the boat was stunned, and then subconsciously looked at Hawks and the young pilot who were leaning on the side of the boat and gasping for air.
"It's...it's him"
Hawkes pointed to the pilot sitting opposite with his left hand that was not strapped with a pistol, "The first shot I fired didn't hit it. It was the fish he hit."
"It just happened to swim past my hand, and it hit my pistol on its own."
After the pilot finished speaking, he first looked at Akira, then at Evans and even Wei Ran and others, and subconsciously raised the 1911 pistol still strapped to his hand.
"Why don't we wait until we have enough food to confront this matter?"
Evans used his injured left hand to gently press down the weapon that the opponent was about to raise, but his eyes were looking at Akira.
Seeing Akira looking at Wei Ran, Evans also looked at Wei Ran. After hesitating for a moment, he asked, "Medic, how about we cease fire first?"
Almost subconsciously, Wei Ran thought of Konon, the only Soviet in the hunter's cabin shrouded in the snowstorm in Finland.
Unexpectedly, I encountered a similar situation...
Wei Ran sighed secretly. He would not sympathize with the two pilots, let alone become friends with them. But now it is obvious that everyone on this ship needs a relatively peaceful environment, and they need to find a solution as soon as possible.
Replenish energy for dry body.
What's more important is that Evans and others are not Chinese after all. There is no need for them to remain hostile to the two pilots. They can completely become friends with the help of this rare catch.
After hesitating for a moment, Wei Ran said, "Give me a piece of meat and I'll eat it on the life raft."
Evans opened his mouth, looked at each other and Akira, and finally nodded, agreeing with Wei Ran's somewhat stubborn decision.
Taking out a thick folding knife from his survival bag, Hawkes swallowed his saliva, disembowelled the plump shellfish, drained the blood and cleaned it, then cut off a piece of fleshy red fish meat as big as his fist and packed it
He put it into a kettle and cup and handed it to Wei Ran.
"You guys eat it"
Wei Ran said, taking another bottle of water from his waist and placing it on the thermal bucket, "This is the last water, you can allocate it among yourself."
"Wait a moment"
Evans grabbed Wei Ran and opened the lid of the thermos bucket with his own hands. "I suggest that everyone put all their weapons in the thermos bucket! After we had a full meal, we tied the thermos bucket between the two boats.
How about on the rafters?”
As he spoke, Evans first pulled out the Southern pistol from his chest, pulled out the magazine, ejected the bullets from the chamber, and put the magazine and gun into the thermal bucket.
Without hesitation at all, Captain Sterling pulled out the ax belonging to Captain Evans from his waist and put it into the thermal bucket. Hawks even untied the 1911 pistol tied to his hand in advance, ejected the bullet and threw it in.
A thermos bucket.
Akira glanced at Wei Ran, hesitated for a moment, and then winked at its companion.
Upon receiving the signal, the young pilot immediately took off the pistol strapped to his hand, shiveringly removed the bullet and threw it into the thermal bucket. Then he took out the machete on his back and put it into the thermal bucket.
Seeing everyone watching, Wei Ran pulled out the revolver on his chest, ejected the bullets in the cylinder one by one, and let them clang to the bottom of the barrel.
"Clang!"
Letting the revolver, which had lost its threat, be thrown into the heat preservation barrel, Wei Yan also climbed out of the traffic boat alone, holding the steel cup filled with fish in one hand, and holding on to the rafter with the other, he climbed onto the life raft with difficulty.
Glancing at Akira who was already cutting up the fish on the transport boat, Wei Ran couldn't help but shake his head. He himself didn't know whether his persistence was meaningful.
But his experiences in Teng County, Baiyangdian, and Yeren Mountain made him
I simply couldn't accept the possibility of sitting and eating with those two Japs.
In these days, he was able to miss one opportunity after another without killing the two Japs, which was the biggest compromise he and Metal Book had reached.
It was due to his persistence that these shipwrecked people returned to their original appearance at this time - Wei Ran sat alone on the life raft like a bystander, while the others returned to the traffic boat again, sharing food and sharing.
Tobacco, try to become friends with each other.
Gently pulling up the umbrella cloth to protect the sun, Wei Ran took out his camera bag, picked up the camera and tried his best to be objective, and secretly pressed the shutter towards the people on the traffic boat.
Putting away his camera bag again, he turned his back to the people on the boat, took out the thermal bucket filled with rainwater, first filled the empty water bottle in his waist, and then luxuriously washed the fish he had just received.
Fastening the lid and tipping the oil drum down to use as a chopping board, he also had a paratrooper gravity knife in his hand.
Patiently, he cut the red fish into thin slices and stuffed it into his mouth. Wei Ran chewed it slowly, resisting Yu Wang's desire to swallow it immediately.
It wasn't until the fish meat in his mouth was completely chewed that he slowly swallowed it, and after waiting for a moment, he took a small sip of water, then cut off the second piece and stuffed it into his mouth.
Compared to his side who chewed slowly to prevent indigestion, the people on the transport boat were much more generous. Each of these people held a piece of fish as big as a fist and ate it with big mouthfuls, sucking the juice in the fish.
, but at the same time, they also made a tacit agreement not to touch the half pot of precious fresh water that Wei Ran put down.
When Wei Ran patiently finished the fish he was given and drank less than half a glass of water, everyone on the other boat had already lit their cigarettes and sat in tacit understanding at the bow or stern of the boat, separated from each other.
Holding the bulging jib in the middle, I stared at the sunset in the distance in a daze.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! After filling his stomach with fresh fish and having enough rest, Hawks took the initiative to do the surgery and give the remaining fish to everyone including Wei Ran as fairly as possible
They all divided into pieces the size of duck eggs, and then used the young pilot's sailor knife that originally belonged to him to chop up the remaining fish heads and internal organs to make fish bait.
After the bait was launched into the water with the hook, the insulated bucket filled with weapons was tied to the rafter between the two boats by the well-fed Hawks and the young pilot, and was set adrift with the current.
Although there was no need to use weapons to confront each other that night, the night sky was still as starry as before, and there was no sign of rain at all.
Wei Ran did not return to the traffic boat, but lay down in the hammock still attached to the life raft. Even everyone in the traffic boat held a fishing line all night long, trying to catch something more.
Share the catch.
For both Wei Ran and the people on the other boat, the devoured bomb fish actually provided enough life-saving energy for everyone.
Wei Ran could even hear in the darkness of the night that everyone on the opposite boat was chewing the fish meat that was given to him for the second time just like he was.
However, when the time came early the next morning, Vice Captain Sterling blew the silver sailor's whistle that belonged to him before Wei Ran woke up.
Opening his eyes subconsciously, he had just lifted the umbrella cloth to protect the sun, and immediately saw Sterling on the traffic boat opposite waving frantically at him.
Without any time to think, Wei Ran immediately flipped into the sea and swam across while holding on to the rafters!
"What's wrong?" Wei Ran asked hoarsely, but his eyes subconsciously looked at Sailor Moose who was leaning on Captain Evans' arms! "The moose is dead."
Captain Evans, whose eyes were blank, said in a hoarse voice, "He said that he was very grateful for the bottle of beer you gave him before, and he was also grateful for being able to fill his stomach with fresh fish yesterday. He was already satisfied.
Finally he no longer has to go hungry to see God."
With the help of Hawks and Sterling, he climbed onto the transport boat and stumbled to the side of Sailor Moose.
He gently touched the opponent's neck. Sailor Moose's skin was still warm, but his pulse was gone.
"He...did he have any last wishes?"
Wei Ran asked hoarsely, these days, there is a lack of water and food, so we must always be vigilant.
The enemy, and even the other party's injuries and hoarseness caused by thirst, left them with no chance or inclination to chat.
In fact, besides knowing that Moose's grandfather and father were both Japanese convicts and that he was a mulatto serving as an Indian on the Johnston, he didn't even know his original name!
"He...he wishes to be buried in the dirt."
Captain Evans murmured to himself, "He didn't want to be buried at sea. He wanted to bury himself in the mud. That was his last and only wish."
"He will be buried in the mud." Wei Ran paused and asked, "Mr. Captain, may I know the moose's full name?"
"Benny Muse"
Evans said, "He is from Louisiana, and his last name is muuss, but his idiot recruit company commander deliberately wrote his last name as moose on the pretext that his accent was too strong, and because of his skin color, he deliberately
He was called an elk (specifically an Asian moose), but this honest guy happily accepted the nickname."
"He actually has a very nice voice."
Sterling recalled, "He even organized a small choir with his black friends. Before the war started, he was already preparing for the Christmas performance two months later, which the chief promised to give
His chance to perform."
"He even got an Indian tomahawk tattoo on his arm to thank me for helping him." Evans sighed, "How should I tell his mother this bad news."
"Put him on the life raft," Hawkes suggested. "Warchief, even to bury the moose, we have to find land."
Hearing this, Evans and Sterling looked at each other, ignoring the two silent pilots hiding in the bow, and nodded solemnly.
After helping the moose put on the lifebuoy, Wei Yan and Hawks re-entered the water, and they worked together to drag him to the life raft.
"Hawkes, let me say goodbye to him." Wei Ran wiped the seawater off his face and said.
Hearing this, Hawks opened his mouth, nodded silently, and swam back to the transport boat alone.
On the life raft, Wei Ran, who had his back to them, silently took out his camera bag and, using his body and the flying umbrella cloth as cover, took a photo of the moose to prove his existence.
After putting away his camera bag, he took off a soldier tag from the other person's neck and hung it with his own. Then he tore off a piece of umbrella cloth, carefully wrapped the moose body tightly, and tied it to the life-saving umbrella with an umbrella rope.
The load-bearing net of the raft.
Just as he stood up again, Vice Captain Sterling, who was standing under the simple mast of the Johnston transport boat, also tried to stand up straight, holding the silver sailor's whistle in a standard posture, and drummed
He blew out a long bass with enough strength.
Amidst the whistle that filled the sea, Captain Evans and Hawks, who had just climbed onto the ship, slowly raised their right hands and said goodbye to Moose, who was also a member of the Navy, in a naval manner.
