Inside the rescue buoy, which was swaying slightly with the waves, the whirring gas stove not only heated the two boxes of cans that Wei Ran rummaged through, but also gradually warmed up the public space of only four square meters.

While the cans were being heated, Wei Ran also learned from the noisy radio that the current time was late at night on September 15, 1940.

This is undoubtedly a special day, because it was the most tragic day of the British Air War - both for Britain and Germany.

Of course, for him, after learning that he was shot down on this day, even if the plane was not piloted by him, it was somewhat balanced.

Muttering to himself, Wei Ran placed the heated cans and some food such as biscuits on the small table against the wall between the two beds. Then, Wei Ran also dug out a bottle of brandy and two small cups.

While he was busy preparing food, Julian also stuffed a towel into his collar as a napkin, and even used a small comb he found somewhere to tidy up his shiny hair.

After a delay, when Weiran turned off the oil stove and sat beside the bed, Julian had already helped pour more than half a glass of brandy.

"First cup, wishing us to return to the blue sky." Julian held the cup and said a toast that Wei Ran was not interested in.

"I wish we could land safely." Wei Ran touched the other party's cup with a smile, then brought it to his mouth and drank it all.

While he was pouring wine for the other party, Wei Ran asked in a casual manner, "Julian, you don't look like a rookie. Are you a veteran?"

"At least I'm not a novice when it comes to flying airplanes."

When Julian talked about flying-related topics, the arrogance in his tone that Wei Ran had almost forgotten revealed again inadvertently, "When I was 16 years old, I joined the Bremen Aviation Flying Club. Since then.

Since I was 19 years old, I have been driving mail planes for Bremen Airport."

"It's not like I was beaten down..."

Wei Ran muttered to himself, but what he said was: "So when did you join the army? What battles did you participate in?"

When asked about this question, Julian fell silent. He turned to pick up the cup Wei Ran had just filled and drank it all in one gulp. Then he roughly scooped up a large piece of hot beef with his dinner fork and put it in.

Chewing hard in the mouth.

Just when Wei Ran thought he wouldn't answer the question and was about to talk about something else, Julian picked up the towel tucked into his collar and wiped the corners of his mouth, "I joined the Air Force when I was 25 years old.

I took part in the bombing of Warsaw.

After the fighting there, I was transferred back to France to participate in the bombing of the Meuse River. After the Battle of France, all my time was spent transporting bombs to England."

After finishing speaking, Julian actively added, "Before this summer, I had always driven a Stuka, a Stuka equipped with a Jericho horn."

"A very noisy bomber," Weiran commented absently.

"What about you?" Julian's conversation seemed to be all about planes and flying. "You can also fly a plane?"

"I don't know how to fly a plane, but I have flown a glider. Although we are in the countryside, there is a glider club."

Wei Ran, who was full of lies, said with a sincere face, "To tell you the truth, I still have a few pilot friends."

"Your performance in heaven is not like your first time on the battlefield." As Julian spoke, he also took the initiative to pour a glass of wine for Wei Ran.

“It’s definitely not the first time.”

Wei Ran continued to blather, "I was operating a machine gun on another plane before. Unfortunately, I was the only one who survived after that plane made an emergency landing. After recovering from my injuries, I was sent to your plane."

"You're in luck"

As he spoke, Julian poured himself a full glass of wine, "I mean, you can survive the crash landing and parachute from my plane. You are lucky. These experiences will make you the next one."

The crew’s mascot.”

“Mascots usually don’t end well.”

Wei Ran picked up the cup and clinked it with the other party, "Before I stitched up your wound, you said you had stayed in this kind of sea hotel?"

"That was when the Stuka I just mentioned crashed."

Julian put down the cup, "The situation is almost the same as now. After my partner and I completed the dive bombing, the fuel tank was hit by an anti-aircraft gun. We used the remaining fuel to leave the UK and enter the Channel. Finally, after all the fuel and altitude were consumed,

I parachuted and swam in the sea for more than ten hours before I found a buoy."

"Did your partner survive?" Wei Ran asked as he put a spoonful of beef into his mouth.

"Survived"

There was no smile on Julian's face when he said this, "Later, after my partner and I were rescued, we were assigned to the bomber together, and my partner became my navigator. Have you ever seen...

You've at least seen his body."

It was him... Weiyan immediately matched him with the body that had been lying in the cockpit of the bomber.

By some strange coincidence, Wei Ran asked, "Isn't your partner also a noble?"

"You seem to care about being a noble?" Julian looked at Wei Ran, "Don't you really like being a veterinarian?"

“Just asking”

Wei Ran first casually glanced at the military skull ring on the index finger of the other person's left hand. After thinking for a moment, he pointed to the radio not far away with the spoon in his hand and said in a casual tone, "This is it.

It's so big, and there are only two of us, are we going to drink with him talking in his sleep?"

"daydream?"

Julian smiled and seemed to be in a much better mood, "My partner is indeed a nobleman. He is a down-and-out Junker who always dreams that he is still a nobleman."

"Tell me about him. What's his name?"

As Wei Ran spoke, he did not forget to pour another glass of wine for the other party, "I have always been curious about what kind of life the nobles live."

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! "His name is Pascal von Ginter"

Julian said with a smile, "The name Feng was added by his father himself. In fact, their family's 'fiefdom' only has a farm of less than 5 hectares left."

Just a ration land? Is this a Junker noble?

Wei Ran grinned and suddenly realized that this pilot who was particularly weak when flying in the sky also knew humor.

"What about you?" Wei Ran asked, "Why is there no Feng in your name?"

"Those letters prove nothing except a waste of ink when signing."

Julian replied with a particularly disgusting reply, and brought the topic back to his late partner, "Pascal yearned for aristocratic life far more than you do now, and he was also a loyal listener of the Austrian who talked in his sleep.

Frankly speaking, he is a good partner, but communicating with him is very difficult."

“I didn’t expect someone wearing that kind of ring to say something like that.”

Wei Ran pointedly pointed at the military rank ring on the other person's hand, "This is even stranger than sitting at the same table drinking with a noble."

"this?"

Julian shook the ring he wore on his left hand side by side with his wedding ring, and explained with an indifferent expression, "Any team member who has served for three years and performed well can get this stupid ring that only increases flight weight. My hand

I got this one because I participated in the battle between Poland and France.

"I finally know where your tone came from when you were on the plane, so arrogant that you needed to be beaten up." Wei Ran deliberately said in a joking tone.

"Do you want to duel with me?" Julian asked jokingly.

"Forget it, noble sir." Wei Ran picked up his wine glass and clinked it with him, "I can't afford a fencing."

"You seem to know a lot about those bad habits?"

"As I said, I have a few pilot friends."

Wei Ran finished speaking and drank all the wine in the cup, "There is a noble among them. I often hear him talk about interesting things."

"What's his last name?" Julian asked curiously.

"Cape" Wei Ran replied casually.

"Cape of the Ruhr?"

Julian almost subconsciously asked the second question that was almost certain but somewhat unbelievable.

"Do you know him?" Wei Ran raised his eyebrows in surprise.

"Thanks to those bad habits"

Julian took out a cigarette from the cigarette case on the table, lit it with some difficulty and then took a puff, "Although some families are lonely, they have always heard of it."

"Like Capet?"

"That's a truly fiefdom-worthy surname."

Julian threw the lighter and the cigarette case to Wei Ran, "The fief I'm talking about this time is not just a 5-hectare farm, it's the kind of fief with a castle.

If I remember correctly, that small family didn't seem to be very prosperous, and quite a few of them died on the battlefield of World War I.

But that’s all I know. The last time I heard this surname was more than ten years ago, probably when the family received a large amount of compensation. My father was very envious at the time, but since then he has never heard of it again.

I haven't heard anyone mention it."

I've been to that castle...

Wei Ran secretly added something in his mind, and then heard Julian ask, "So you are from Ruhr?"

"Aachen, I come from the countryside of Aachen."

Wei Ran continued to talk nonsense about his life experience, "It's a small town next to the Hürtgen Forest. If I hadn't joined the army, I wouldn't have even been to Aachen a few times."

"Are you married?" Julian asked in the thick smoke.

"Not yet." Wei Ran filled their glasses again, "So you're married?"
To be continued...