In the rescue buoy with broken anchor, Wei Ran and the other three people naturally didn't need to really count the number of dicks.

At this time, Wei Ran, who was still standing under the ladder with a temporary Spanish nationality, waited patiently for Phil to translate the joke to Julian, then rolled up his sleeves and showed off the watch he had just touched from the corpse.

and compass, and then took out the camera and asked deliberately in German, "Can these two things I found on the corpse be regarded as my personal belongings as a Spaniard?"

"Of course." Julian nodded with a smile, "They are yours, Spaniard."

"Thank you." Wei Ran performed a European-style hat-off ceremony without a hat.

"This Spaniard, can you help me get that radio distress device?" Julian asked following Wei Ran's joke.

"sure"

Wei Ran imitated the other party's tone and responded, found the radio distress device, carried it to Julian's bedside, and asked pretending to be curious, "Can it contact your rescue plane?"

"The device itself is not faulty"

Julian pointed to the top of his head and said very calmly, "But the mast antenna was damaged. If we want it to work, I am afraid it will only be possible if the German planes can fly over here at low altitude."

"No matter what country's plane, if it can fly over here at low altitude, that thing will be of no use." Phil muttered in English. Obviously, although he could not understand German, Julian had just explained it to him.

I did it again and made the same move.

"Just think of it as psychological comfort."

While Weiran "exited German territory", it also responded in English, "The existence of us two British people is a deterrent to him, and the existence of that survival device is also a deterrent to us."

"Now the German gentleman faces another problem"

Phil raised his chin towards the medical box between the two beds, "There aren't many medicines in there. It's hard to say how long he can last, and the buoy is still moving."

"It is indeed troublesome for him, but it is good news for us."

Wei Ran sat down by the bed and fiddled with the camera in his hand as he said, "There is a northeasterly wind outside and the ocean currents are flowing backwards. If it lasts long enough, we might be able to ride this buoy across the Strait of Dover and then go all the way.

Float back to England."

"Ha, what good news."

Phil was not happy at all, "By the time we reach England, the Germans may have already occupied London."

"Don't worry, that's impossible."

Wei Ran said firmly that it was certainly impossible for the Germans to occupy London. As for where the buoy would eventually float...actually, he had no idea.

"I hope so..."

Phil muttered something to himself, and then as if he remembered something, he stood up and ran to the flight suit he took off. Under the gaze of Wei Ran and Julian, he rummaged around and finally dug out something from inside.

A covered iron tube.

This iron tube is not too big, only fourteen or five centimeters long, and only six or seven centimeters in diameter. But the outside of this iron tube is wrapped in a beautifully sewn brown leather sheath.

"What is this?" Wei Ran asked curiously, and even Julian looked over.

"I found it on the desk of Mr. Nick, the radio operator. I guessed it was where the cigars were, so I stuffed it in my pocket."

As Phil spoke, he had unscrewed the lid of the iron tube. Wei Ran, who was nearest to him, also noticed that the structure of this small iron tube was basically the same as the double-covered tea tube that was common in daily life in China in later generations.

However, there were two packs of matches and an exquisitely crafted cigar cutter placed on the inner cover of this small iron tube.

When Phil opened the inner cover, he immediately cheered, "You're lucky, there are 7 cigars inside."

As he spoke, he had already pulled out a cigar, trimmed off the end and handed it to Wei Ran. Then he took out another cigar, trimmed it, and generously handed it to Julian on the bed opposite.

"Do you British pilots still issue such things?" Julian asked in Latin in surprise as he took the cigar.

"certainly!"

Phil nodded matter-of-factly, and said nonsensically, unwilling to be outdone, "We will have one every time we take off."

"It's really enviable." Julian responded perfunctorily, obviously not believing that such a good thing could happen.

Perhaps knowing that his lies were untenable, Phil tacitly agreed not to continue the topic. He took out another cypress stick that was almost as long as the cigar from the iron tube and lit it. He first put it in front of Wei Ran and let him

He smoked a cigar and immediately crossed the "border" and approached Julian.

It wasn't until he also lit up the cigar that he took a step back and calmly lit up the cigar in his hand.

Before the cypress stick in his hand was extinguished, thick light blue smoke filled the small and somewhat crowded rescue buoy.

Now, although it was quiet in the buoy, the atmosphere was much more peaceful, and there was finally no sense of tension that made people at war with each other.

However, before any of the three of them had had enough cigars, there was a banging knock on the door from the watchtower above!

Glancing at Julian who had drawn out the P38 pistol, Weiran said in German before they could speak, "Don't be nervous, how about I go up and take a look first?"

"You'd better put on your flight suit," Julian reminded kindly, "so that after you are captured, you can at least enjoy the treatment of a prisoner of war."

"I accept your suggestion"

Wei Ran quickly handed his cigar to the other party, and while he was putting on the still dripping flight suit, he changed into English to comfort Phil, and then climbed the ladder carefully.

Go up.

Is it Heidi?!

Wei Ran couldn't help but be startled when he saw the woman wearing a diving suit outside the window, but then he also saw that the woman was actually holding a Ruger P08 pistol in her hand!

After a moment's hesitation, Wei Ran opened the hatch of the watchtower and asked in English before the pale Heidi could speak, "Beautiful lady, what can I do for you?"

"Are you British?" Heidi asked subconsciously in English.

"certainly"

Wei Ran stretched out his wet flight suit, then pointed to the top of his head, "Although this is a German rescue buoy, I fell from the sky not long ago."

"Help us"

Heidi begged feebly, "My husband is injured and he is dying. For God's sake, please help us!"

"Victor! What's going on up there?" Phil asked nervously in the buoy.

"Please wait"

Weiran smiled at Heidi, and then responded loudly, "It's not a German or British rescue plane, it's a lady and her husband, and his husband seems to be injured!"

After a moment, Phil shouted and said in English, "They are lucky, but Julian just said that he does not want anyone to enter the buoy with weapons, so Victor, pay attention to whether they are carrying weapons."

"OK!"

Wei Ran responded loudly, then spread his hands and looked at Heidi apologetically, "You heard me, it's not allowed here..."

Before he could finish his words, Heidi threw the Luger pistol in her hand into the sea behind her without any hesitation, "We just picked up a person who also fell from the sky, my husband."

A pistol was found on his body, please..."

Before Heidi could finish her words, her body softened and she fell onto the deck of the buoy.

"Phil, come help! This lady has fainted!"

Wei Ran shouted, and with a familiarity, he pulled out the diving knife from the scabbard on Heidi's arm, and quickly opened the waterproof straps on her hands and feet.

It was following these actions that Wei Ran also noticed that the hands and feet of this French woman who was suspected of being pregnant were already wrinkled and extremely cold, so much so that it felt like she was touching a body that had just been taken out of the refrigerator.

The corpse's hands are the same.

Fortunately, the wetsuit she was wearing was not damaged. When he helped to unzip the back, he also noticed that her body was at least dry and there was no sign of water entering the wetsuit.

Almost as he was helping Heidi take off her diving suit, Phil climbed up the ladder and immediately called out to God after seeing Heidi.

“God is not coming to help us.”

While Wei Ran was speaking, he had already taken the rope brought by the other party and skillfully tied a rappel knot around Heidi's waist. Then he went around a rung of the ladder and called to Phil who was standing below for help.

The unconscious Heidi was carefully sent into the buoy, which was still filled with choking smoke.

What's quite interesting is that Julian's right hand, half lying on the bed, is wrapped in gauze, but his intact left hand is like an ashtray, with three thick cigars still burning between his fingers.

Even when Wei Ran looked at him, the arrogant Junker seemed to be hiding his embarrassment. He put his left hand to his mouth, took one of them and took a sip.

There was no time to tease each other at this time. Wei Ran seemed to have forgotten that there was someone outside waiting to be rescued. He helped Phil put Heidi on the bed "in the UK", then turned the oil lamp a little brighter, and said

He kept asking, "How is she doing?"

"Very severe hypothermia and she needs to be warmed up as quickly as possible."

As he spoke, Phil switched to Latin again, relayed Heidi's situation to Julian, and then said seriously, "I applied to use the oil stove, which is considered a public resource. We need to boil some hot water to rescue this woman."

"No problem" Julian nodded happily and agreed to his application for the use of supplies.

Compared with the two people who went through the application process in a strict manner, Wei Ran walked directly to the oil stove, turned it out and placed it on the table between the two beds. While pumping gas inside, he asked in German, "We need

Boil a pot of water, here is..."

"There is fresh water in that cabinet." Julian raised his finger and pointed in the direction, but he said this in Latin.

Upon hearing this, Phil immediately ran over to open the cabinet and took out four German kettles with insulation felt covers and a large "baby bottle" with a capacity of 10 liters.

"The German Air Force is the princess who was conceived by Go Fat himself and gave birth to Mustache" This sentence is not wrong at all.

Although the German Army had 20-liter oil drums during World War II, it was never equipped with a large water storage container.

In other words, most of the German Army in World War II, especially those unfortunately assigned to the deserts of North Africa, and possibly even Mr. Rommel, probably drank water that smelled of gasoline. There was no way, they could take it
To be continued...