War Photographer's Notebook

Chapter 554 Fulfilling Wei Ran's Desert Surrender Dream
In the hot and dry desert hinterland, Felix fell down again and again, got up again and again, and limped towards the increasingly blurred oasis in the distance.

On the other side of the sand dunes [-] meters behind him, Wei Ran poked the shotgun he had carried all the way on the sand at his feet, walked back slowly in the opposite direction, and bent down to pick up the last one that was thrown away by Felix. A can.

Taking out the oil barrel in the metal book, Wei Ran poured more than half of the water into the can, then put away the oil barrel, and walked slowly step by step to Felix in the distance with the can.

When he stopped again, Felix had already fallen into a coma on the yellow sand.

"Are you running? Why don't you run?"

Wei Ran angrily put the can of water aside, then turned Felix over and checked him carefully. Fortunately, except for a gravity knife specially designed for paratroopers, There are no lethal weapons.

Until this time, he finally had a complete look at Felix's face.Not surprisingly, this face full of wind and sand, chapped lips and sunken cheeks is definitely the same person as the photo of his grandfather Laus Berger provided by Edward at the beginning, but the face in front of him is younger and miserable That's all.

"Captain Felix?" Wei Ran played with the paratrooper knife he had taken from the other party, and softly called the other party's name.Unfortunately, this person didn't respond at all.

"You really slept soundly"

Wei Ran put the paratrooper knife aside, then helped Felix who was in a coma, and brought the canned box of water to his mouth.

Perhaps it was because of the survival instinct, almost the moment Felix's lips were moistened, he began to swallow instinctively, then opened his eyes, and held the can with both hands.

Seeing this, Wei Ran let go of his hand, and waited until the other party finished drinking the water in the can, and then let him lie down on the sand again.

"You are Victor?" Felix asked hoarsely.

"Yes." Wei Ran nodded cheerfully, "Captain Felix, what are you doing?"

"Thank you." Felix closed his eyes again before falling into a coma.

"Your uncle"

The corner of Wei Ran's mouth twitched, because he had been thinking about what excuses to use to dissuade the other party's wariness all the way, but he didn't expect that this guy never gave him a chance to speak.

But what to do next?Is it possible that I have to carry him on my back and continue to advance 29 degrees north by west?
Just as Wei Ran was swaying left and right, two camels, each carrying a man in a white robe and holding a rifle, ran over from behind a sand dune on the other side of the mirage that had not yet dissipated.

The speed of these two camels was not considered fast, but the dust from their flying hooves made them look quite imposing.

Turning his head to look at the direction of the shotgun, then at Felix lying on his feet, and finally at the paratrooper knife next to him, Wei Ran quickly dug a small hole in his footsteps, buried the paratrooper knife and the can, and then He raised his hands enthusiastically, fulfilling the regret of not having surrendered when he joined the North African battlefield last time.

Within a few minutes before and after, the two camel cavalry stood around Wei Ran and Felix, and at the same time pointed their Enfield rifles at them from a distance, watching them, they shot when there was some disagreement look like.

After a stalemate between the two sides for more than ten seconds, one of the cavalrymen, who covered his face with a turban, yelled at the camel and knelt down, then waved the rifle in his hand, and said something that Wei Ran could not understand.

Seeing Wei Ran's bewildered face, the cavalryman grabbed his collar and took a few steps back, then walked to Felix's side, took off the goggles on his face and put them on his own head, and then He took off the pocket watch-style compass hanging around his neck, looked at it, and hung it around his neck in satisfaction.

Seeing this, Wei Ran immediately took off his goggles and handed them to the cavalry behind him who was still riding on the camel. The latter nodded in satisfaction, and picked up the goggles with the rifle in his hand.

After such a short time, the cavalryman also took off the standard compass issued by the German army from Felix's wrist, and handed it to his companion while yelling happily.

After searching Felix for the loot, the cavalryman searched Wei Ran again. Unfortunately, he couldn't find anything except a lighter, whether it was a compass or a wristwatch. Or maybe the gold plate from Leon's body had already been put into the food box by Wei Ran.

After some search to no avail, the cavalryman said something to Wei Ran again, seeing that Wei Ran couldn't understand, he simply imitated the "da da da" when the submachine gun fired.

Want a gun?Wei Ran immediately pointed to the direction where Felix dropped his submachine gun not far away.

Before he could let go of his hand, the one who had been on the camel yelled at his mount and ran over. Not long after, he ran back with the submachine gun and two empty magazines.

Under Wei Ran's vigilant gaze, the cavalryman who had remounted the camel took out a bone whistle that seemed to be made of camel bone and put it to his mouth.

As he played vigorously, the low and piercing whistle wafted out, and after a while, two more cavalrymen in white robes and camels ran over, also holding rifles in their hands.

When the two cavalrymen approached, Wei Ran and Felix were tied behind their backs by leather ropes and put their hands on the smelly camel. The two cavalrymen who first spotted them led the camel towards the direction they came from.

After bypassing two sand dunes and a sand beam in a row, Wei Ran was more and more glad that he just chose to surrender instead of taking out his pistol and killing those cavalrymen, because in the shadow behind this sand beam, not only more than forty cavalrymen were lying on their stomachs On the camel, under the large tent next to it, there were even a dozen people wearing robes and holding Enfield rifles!

Before he could see the surrounding situation clearly, the camel under him knelt firmly on the sand under the yelling of the cavalryman, and he was also dragged off and thrown aside.

Soon, a thin old man wearing a light blue robe, a khaki turban, and a goatee on his chin came over.

The old man didn't speak, but the two cavalrymen who found Wei Ran and Felix respectfully presented all the captured things to the old man.

The old man in the blue robe first took a look at the submachine gun, then looked at the two captured compass in turn, and finally picked up the lighter he found from Wei Ran and put it in his pocket.

Finally, after looking at the group photo of the documents recovered from Felix and the burned corner, the blue-robed old man picked up the telescope with a broken lens barrel and opened his mouth to say something.

Not long after, a man brought a wooden box that was not too big, and under the order of the old man in blue robe, all the things that had just been seized were put into it.

Not only that, he even ordered someone to take off Wei Ran and Felix's shoes and socks and throw them aside.Then he checked the blood blisters on the soles of the two of them very carefully, then nodded in satisfaction, and asked tentatively in English, "Are you German?"

"You can speak English?" Wei Ran asked in surprise.

But obviously, the blue-robed old man was even more surprised that Wei Ran could also speak English. Fortunately, he explained first, "This desert has been occupied by the British for many years. Of course I can speak English. Young people, you are from Germany. People? How can you speak English?"

“Really German”

Wei Ran replied happily, there is nothing to quibble at all, the submachine gun has already explained everything, but for the latter question, he just answered vaguely, "My English was taught by an English friend." .

"How can a German have English friends?"

The blue-robed old man sneered, and then he didn't give Wei Ran any chance to speak. Instead, he said something that he couldn't understand. Immediately afterwards, someone pushed Wei Ran to the edge of the camp.

"Can you give me and my friend some water?" Wei Ran asked loudly, "We are dying of thirst."

"Do not worry"

While fiddling with the lighter he just got, the old man in the blue robe nonchalantly made a promise, "I'm still hoping to trade the two of you for some weapons, so I won't let you die of thirst."

Before he finished speaking, a young man in a white robe swung the rifle in his hand, and hit Wei Ran hard on the back of the neck with the butt of the gun, causing him to lose consciousness in an instant.

When Wei Ran opened his eyes again, he immediately felt that he was rocking gently as if he were on a boat.I tried to move my hands and feet, but as I expected, they were already tightly bound, and even wrapped in a stinky blanket.

Looking at the night sky above his head, he turned his head with great effort, and what he saw at a glance was half of the camel's buttocks, followed by a stinky tail that swung to his head.

Lifting his head vigorously, he finally saw clearly that he was lying on the shelf on the left of a camel with his head facing backwards, and on the shelf on the right was Felix, who was still in a coma. .

"Felix? Felix?"

Wei Ran tried to shout, but unfortunately, the other party did not give any response.Not only that, because of his shouting, a young man in a white robe who followed behind even covered his and Felix's faces and the camel's butt with an equally smelly blanket.

"Your uncle." Wei Ran cursed secretly, but immediately closed his eyes and mouth.

"It would be great if the bayonet could be taken out." Wei Ran regretted secretly, but in the end he could only honestly keep quiet and endure the time.

If it wasn't for the smelly blanket covering the head, if it wasn't for the hands that were tied behind the back and pressed under the body had already started to go numb, lying on the camel's shelf and walking on the road would have been a pretty good experience.

However, perhaps it was also because of the imprisoned body and the pungent smell that made him feel that the time had become extraordinarily long and tormented.

(End of this chapter)