War Photographer's Notebook

Chapter 562 Wings
Since the nomadic helpers joined the search team, under the guidance and leadership of Wei Ran, the search area with a width of about 15 kilometers has been pushed all the way to the position drawn on the map in two full days.

In the past two days, except that they did not find the transport plane that Edward was thinking about, the rest of the harvest was an eye-opener for Wei Ran.

These incidental discoveries include an off-road motorcycle that is in almost perfect condition, except that the battery is dead and the fuel tank is empty, and a Renault truck produced in the 90s with a French license plate. In the cab of the truck There were even two corpses with bullet holes in their temples.In addition, they even took in two wild camels who were shopping together in the desert.

"Pause"

On the afternoon of the third day, Soliman gave another signal on the radio channel.

"What did you find this time?"

Wei Ran, who was sitting in the co-pilot, signaled the little guy next to him to step on the brakes and asked boredly, after these two days, Wei Ran has fully seen the "richness" of this desert, and then even if Soliman told him to pick it up He wouldn't be surprised at the fact that two aliens were dating in the ass-burning desert.

"From their description, it looks like the wing of an airplane." Soliman said uncertainly, "Wait a minute, I'm heading there."

"Wings?"

Wei Ran was stunned for a moment, and quickly opened the satellite map to look at it. At this time, they were about ten kilometers away from the nearest one of the two coordinate points provided by the metal book!The farthest one is more than 20 kilometers away.

"Abaa, give up your seat." Wei Ran said in Chinese to the little guy sitting in the driver's seat.

Aba Aba is naturally Wei Ran's random name for the little guy who was lying in his car.

During the past two days, this Berber kid who has been pestering Wei Ran not only accepted this title which is far from his real name, but even learned how to "park the car" and "Turn left" and "turn right" are three crucial Chinese words, and he has learned the corresponding driving skills. Similarly, he also learned "give way" which he doesn't like to hear, and what he likes to hear most. "Come on!"

Aba Aba pouted and climbed to the back row. After fastening the seat belt skillfully, he even hugged a snoozing little fox.

And Wei Ran quickly pushed the door open, switched from the co-pilot to the driver's seat, steered the armored pickup truck, and followed the truck to the direction where the wing was discovered.

A moment later, Mr. Edward and the Berber patriarch followed in the off-road vehicle driven by Saleh.

Difficult to turn over or go around one sand beam after another, when the front truck stopped, it was already half an hour later.

Before the smoke and dust from the wheels of the three cars cleared away, Edward was the first to open the door and ran over.

On the contrary, Wei Ran in the armored pickup wrapped his turban unhurriedly, and patiently waited for the dust outside the car window to calm down. Then he opened the heavy car door and slowly sprayed it on his bare skin. A thick layer of sun protection.

He waited until Edward impatiently urged him in the distance, and then he put on an extra fisherman hat on his head, took the cold Coke handed over by the emperor's grandson Aba Aba, and brought a drink that he could only shout "Aba Aba "The "Little Royal Follower" strolled over.

"Victor, why are you more troublesome than a woman?" Edward complained dissatisfied.

"Because I don't want to be tanned as a zebra"

Wei Ran touched the Coke in Aba Aba's hand seriously, then took a sip slowly, and then looked at the discovery buried deep in the shade of the Shaliang, only revealing a small half of the outline of the engine.

Just looking at the remaining maroon paint, he has already determined that the wing most likely came from that Junker 52 transport plane!
Could it be the wing that broke off during the forced landing?
Wei Ran muttered something to himself, and nodded towards Soliman who was standing beside him, completely ignoring the howls that erupted after the Berber prince borrowed Coke from his son Ababa Abba.

Receiving Wei Ran's signal, Soliman immediately greeted him, and several robed brothers who came to help skillfully untied a few adult foxes with big ears from the small basket on the camel's back and put them on the sand that was suspected to be the wreckage of the wing. nearby.

These little foxes, who had been hungry for a whole morning, just touched the ground on their limbs, each with its two super big ears, leaning against the sand to listen left and right. Soon after, one of them started to plan the sand frantically.

It didn't take a few strokes at all, a big sand-colored scorpion was pulled aside by the little guy's paw.

Under the crowd watching, the big-eared fox jumped around the poisonous scorpion, and from time to time, it came to paw, and within 5 minutes, the scorpion lost its threat because of the broken tail. And turned into a crunchy snack.

Looking at the other big-eared foxes, they have already moved to other places to find food.Until this time, the robed buddies each took out some meat pellets from their pockets and fed them to their pets, and repacked them into the bamboo baskets hanging on the camel's back.

Eliminating the potential threat, these robed brothers immediately took off the slippers they made from tires and started digging up sand along the wreckage of the wing.

As the dry yellow sand slipped down little by little, Mr. Edward's expression changed from excitement to disappointment.He thought that what was buried here was a complete plane, but in fact, as Wei Ran expected, it was just a wing connected to the engine.

The nomadic helpers pushed the dug-out wing into the shadow under the sand dune with hands and feet, and took two big-eared foxes to check carefully, making sure that there were no small animals that could kill people.Only then did Wei Ran throw away the soda cans he drank, and slowly squatted next to the engine.

"Congratulations, Mr. Edward." Wei Ran said in a positive tone, "According to my judgment, this wing comes from a Junker 52 transport plane."

"Are you sure?" Edward asked, "Where's the plane? Could it be in this pile of sand?"

"Of course I'm sure"

Wei Ran gently scratched the remaining maroon paint on the wing with his nails, "My professional ability in the field of history is much more professional than my geographical knowledge.

And it can be confirmed by looking at the color of the paint. Although this maroon almost pink painting is not the standard painting color of the Luftwaffe aircraft in North Africa, this color is more camouflage in the desert. "

Speaking of which, Wei Ran simply took off his fisherman hat and put it on the head of his little follower Ababa Abba, then took off his scarf as a rag, carefully wiped off the remaining sand on the wing, and continued , "One more thing, Mr. Edward, I think you must have noticed that this wing does not have the iconic German iron cross, which just proves that it must be performing some secret mission."

"Indeed, I have indeed noticed." Edward, who was still in a daze just now, immediately followed up, "But what does this mean?"

"Remember that telescope your grandfather left behind?"

Wei Ran, who was full of nonsense, forcibly gathered two unrelated clues together, "You must know better than me that there is no German eagle emblem on that telescope. Since there are no German symbols on the telescope, Naturally, the plane they were flying at that time could not be painted with the Iron Cross that marked their identity."

Speaking of this, Wei Ran cleared his throat, and it wasn't until Edward, who had obviously been limped by himself, moved his gaze from the wing to his face, that he said with certainty, "Based on these small clues, I dare Certainly, at least [-]% of this wing comes from the plane that your grandfather, Mr. Laus Berger, flew in. In other words, the main wreckage of that plane is likely to be around here."

Without thinking at all, Edward opened his mouth and said in English to Saleh, who came to watch the excitement, "Mr. Saleh, please tell our patriarch friend, if their people can find the plane before the sun goes down tomorrow." , I will send them an extra truckload of flour and vegetables, and I will also send them ten more camels."

You are really "generous"!
Wei Ran, who pretended not to understand, muttered something to himself, and watched Saleh translate Edward's conditions to the old patriarch who was still sitting in the off-road vehicle and blowing the air conditioner.

Compared with Wei Ran and Soliman's overt and secret dislike, the old patriarch was very happy. By the way, on the basis of the original conditions, he added two sets of fuel pumps, ten canvas tents, and a An air-conditioned truck for pulling flour and vegetables is the deal.

"Shall we continue to search in the southeast direction?" Soliman asked Wei Ran.

The latter did not answer in a hurry, but took the time to shake off the sand from the headscarf and wrapped it around his face, then took the fisherman hat handed over by the little follower and put it on his head, and then pushed The polarizer replied, "Since the wings have been found, I guess the plane should not be too far away. Soliman, ask your people to use our current position as the center of the circle to search within a radius of 15 to 20 kilometers. area."

Speaking of this, Wei Ran paused for a moment, thought for a while and continued, "In addition, the key point is to find out if there are any Gobi or stone mountains nearby. Such places are easy to accumulate all kinds of debris blown by the wind. Said Maybe the main body of that plane was blown past."

"Is there anything else I should pay attention to?" Soliman continued to ask after translating Wei Ran's proposal.

"Let the old patriarch find a place to rest at night as soon as possible."

Wei Ran took the little follower's dirty hands and paws, and said as he walked towards the armored pickup truck, "By the way, ask them if they can have that taji pot for dinner today, and get some pancakes and baked goods by the way." Lamb, and their dipping sauce, I'll freeze a few more bottles of beer later, and we'll have a good dinner tonight to celebrate."

"Just prepare the beer." Soliman readily agreed, and beckoned to the "Crown Prince" who was standing beside him, and got into the cab of the truck.

(End of this chapter)