War Photographer's Notebook

Chapter 251 Birthday Party
"Just like what Pierre said, in order to get gold coins and nuggets, I have to try my best to live until the day the war ends." Trento, who was also injured, said secondly.

"In this case, I will pick out the biggest gold nugget and keep it!"

As Carlo said, he took out a gold nugget the size of a pigeon egg from the wooden box, and then randomly took out a gold coin, turned his head and asked Per, "How should we do it? Just throw it into the well ?”

"Find an oil drum!"

Pell looked around, picked up an empty oil drum at random, and said, "Just use it, this is the oil drum I got from Trento when I went to the 15th Armored Division to pick me up. This way, even if someone finds out It's definitely not going to be on our heads, is it, Harry?"

"Yes" the captive Harry nodded subconsciously in response, but then he raised his head in horror and looked at the smiling reporter Pell.

"It's okay, today you are just a friend of mine and Pierre's birthday party. After the party is over, you will get a map and enough supplies to go back, Victor, how about lending your three-wheeled motorcycle to Harry? "

"Of course no problem." Wei Ran looked at the familiar empty oil barrel in the opponent's hand and said, "He still owes me a silver flagon filled with whiskey. Of course I hope he can go back alive."

"It seems that our doctor has discussed with the wounded Mr. Harry in advance what will happen after the war is over."

While joking with Wei Ran and Harry, reporter Pell opened the empty oil barrel that he had picked out, and threw in the gold nuggets and coins that Carlo had just handed him.

"Now that the treasure after the war has been arranged, let's divide the gold coins now!"

After Carlo finished speaking, he grabbed a handful of gold coins from the wooden box, distributed three to each person, and then distributed to each person a gold nugget that was only the size of the belly of a finger and had some patterns on it.

Instead, Peer jumped out of the truck with an empty oil drum containing gold nuggets and coins, filled it with some sand at will, and then got into the cab of the truck alone.

After the gold was distributed, it was no secret that Harry could speak Italian.And the bottom of the well has already accumulated enough clean water.

Seeing that the sun above their heads had risen to its highest point, everyone held on to their drowsiness, threw all the empty wooden boxes in the truck and smashed them, and set up a bonfire.

Around the fire, Carlo and Panettone turned into chefs, preparing pasta for the crowd in a cauldron they found in the truck.And Harry, who completely put down his vigilance, also cleaned the tea set found at the bottom of the well, boiled a pot of boiling water with a kettle, and made English black tea for everyone.

As for Wei Ran and Pell, the two have refilled the truck and motorcycle with fuel, and refilled the radiator tank of the truck with water, then filled the emptied oil tank with sand to absorb the remaining oil stains, and finally used The fire was burned once, and after all the fuel oil evaporated, they were carefully cleaned with water drawn from the bottom of the well.

When the two of them finished their work, Carlo had already cooked pasta, and even the wounded Trento used a pornographic magazine found in the car to fold a can for Pierre and Pere. See the birthday crown on part of the beautiful model's body.

"Although it's daytime, it's a good thing we prepared birthday candles."

Carlo said over and over again, and put two sticks of butter in the pasta-filled lunch boxes of Per and Pierre, and then inserted a match into each of them to light it.

Harry was already singing Happy Birthday in his mother tongue as the flames lit up.And Wei Ran, who borrowed the camera from Pell in advance, also pointed the camera at the crowd and pressed the shutter.

When the match on the butter was blown out, Carlo tapped the truck bed next to him with a fork, "Gentlemen, and those exciting paper girls on the heads of Per and Pierre."

Amid the roar of laughter from everyone, Carlo continued, "Today's birthday party may be the most memorable experience in my life, and I believe it must be the same for you.

Please let us thank Mr Harry for finding the water, Victor for rescuing Pierre and Trento, myself and Panettone, and also for suggesting this birthday party, and thanks Mr. Pell and Mr. Pierre's birthday happens to be today. "

Amid the applause from everyone, Pell was the first to lift the lid of the lunch box filled with red wine, "Let's toast, for our rare friendship in the desert on the edge of the battlefield."

"Cheers!" Everyone responded loudly, each picked up their lunch boxes or kettles, or simply wine bottles, and leaned their necks to take a long gulp.

"Carlo, can we start eating?" Panetto asked impatiently, "Even if the paper girl on top of the two of them walks down now, I just want to have a quick bite of spaghetti!"

"Would you like some olive oil before then?" Trento, who was shot in the leg, asked with a good-natured laugh, holding up the can he had just opened.

"Of course!" Panettone hurriedly walked over with his lunch box, followed by Carlo, and even Harry and Per, who were not so eager for pasta, joined in the fun.

Talking and laughing, everyone ate a large portion of pasta mixed with canned tomato sauce. While enjoying various impromptu performances, they also poured a large bottle of red wine and several glasses of Harry's pre-soaked English black tea.

When everyone was full, Wei Ran changed the medicines of the three wounded, including Harry, and gave them a shot of penicillin. The sun above his head was almost setting.Everyone present knew better that now is the time for them to go to their own camps and battlefields.

Pell filled all the empty oil barrels that he and Wei Ran had washed before dinner with fresh water, and then carried a barrel of fuel oil and a barrel of fresh water on the three-wheeled motorcycle himself.

"Harry, this water and fuel is enough for you to get back to your position"

Per said, he picked up another oil drum and put it on the three-wheeled motorcycle, "This is filled with unfinished red wine. As long as you are careful, your boss should not find them. Thank you, friend. Come to my birthday party."

"Thank you too, my friend." Harry shook hands with Pell earnestly, "I hope I can see you here after the war."

"We'll definitely have a chance to meet"

Carlo said confidently, "Just after the war, how about the day before Per and Pierre's birthday? Let's hold another birthday for them here, and then I will bring enough flour and sauce to make You try real pasta."

"I will bring the whiskey brewed by my family and the best English black tea." Harry promised not to be outdone.

"In this case, I will wear a decent birthday crown." The wounded Pierre, who was sitting on the edge of the truck, joked and pointed to the top of his head, "At least there will be no paper girl with a naked child on it. "

"Hopefully your leg will be healed by then"

After finishing speaking, Harry looked at Wei Ran, "Thank you, Victor. After the war is over, you must go to Loch Ness to find me. I still owe you a silver jug ​​full of whiskey."

"There's also the Loch Ness monster," Wei Ran reminded jokingly.

Harry spread his hands, "Then it depends on your luck."

"Okay, how about just chatting after the war?"

Pell took out an oil barrel containing a gold nugget and a gold coin from the cab of the truck, "Let's put this oil barrel in the well. For the treasure inside, everyone has to live until after the war is over."

"Pell, what did you engrave on it?" Panetone asked curiously.

"I wrote this to my friends who meet here next time using the Herald Newsletter's codebook"

Pell didn't seem to have the idea of ​​keeping it secret, and he took out the password book in his pocket and shook it while speaking, "As for what is written on the oil barrel, when the code book becomes invalid next time we meet here, I will translate it for everyone."

Panettone handed Harry the British Army's standard compass that he had obtained at the bottom of the well, together with the replica he drew from the map obtained at the bottom of the well, and at the same time laughed and joked, "There are secret words and maps. , and now it looks more and more like a treasure."

"This is a treasure, isn't it?" Carlo said while helping to wrap the oil drum tightly with a piece of canvas, and then hoisted it into the wellhead with the wire rope he got before.

After finishing all this, Pell took a revolver from the wounded Trento, filled it with bullets himself, and handed it to Harry, "This is your sidearm. I hope we can meet again next time." You're not going to shoot Trento in the leg again."

"I also hope you won't use sand to stop the bleeding from my wound." Harry took the pistol and looked at it, then turned the handle of the pistol and handed it to Pell, "My friend, give it to you."

"Looks like I really made a friend from the opposing camp," Pell joked while pulling out his P38 pistol and handing it to the other side.

"Then, goodbye, see you after the war is over!" Harry took the pistol and put it in his pocket, said goodbye to everyone, drove the three-wheeled motorcycle, followed the guidance of the map and the compass, and ran away without a shadow while waving his hands.

"Okay, we should go back."

Carlo burped, "Maybe we can stop again on the way and eat all the last pasta and red wine before going back."

"Speaking of this, I don't know if the battle at Guppy Well is over or not." Panettone said with some expectation, "It would be great if it just ends when we go back."

"I hope so, let's go!" Carlo yawned, "We should stop for a while, we didn't sleep all night, and we drank a lot of wine just now."

"Wait until you go back to sleep!" Reporter Pell pointed to the direction where Harry disappeared, "Otherwise we will really be captured by the British."

"That's right, get in the car! I don't want to see Harry again until the war is over." Carlo immediately beckoned everyone to get in the car.

With the help of reporter Pell, he climbed into the cargo compartment, and after the truck started running, Wei Ran, who also hadn't closed his eyes all day, became more and more sleepy due to the slight bumps, and finally leaned against the compartment to close his eyes.

(End of this chapter)