"It seems you know what I'm going to say."

While Wei Ran was talking, he had already taken down the oil lamp hanging between the two beds, dimmed it a little brighter, and placed it on the table between the two of them.

"Although there was no pilot when we returned yesterday, I was sure that our plane had flown over the center line of the strait because I could already see the coastline."

Julian said, picking up the pen again, starting from Dunkirk, and drew a red line that was only two centimeters away from the coastline, almost parallel, and extended about five centimeters to the northeast.

"Last night's persistent strong winds and the broken anchor chain made it difficult to say where the buoy floated."

Wei Ran tapped the narrowest part of the coastline and said, "Remember those waves? Julian, do you think it is possible that we have crossed the Channel of Calais (Dover) on a buoy?

This is the only reason I can think of why the planes flying overhead ignored our flares."

"Not too possible"

Julian shook his head, "The speed of the buoy is not that fast, and there were planes flying overhead not long ago, which shows that we are still below the route. But if the northeast wind continues to blow today, I'm afraid your guess will come true sooner or later.

real."

"Do you have any ideas?" Wei Ran looked at the other person and asked.

"We can only pray for good weather in the next few days and let the current push us back to our original position."

Julian said worriedly, but his eyes never left the map between the two of them.

This buoy finally appeared in Brighton...

Wei Ran muttered to himself, and then heard Julian say, "Victor, we can't put all our hopes in praying for good weather."

"What do you want to do?" Wei Ran raised his head and asked.

"I need you to go to the deck and keep an eye on it."

Julian said, "Always pay attention to changes in the weather, and also pay attention to whether the coastline or transport ships can be seen on both sides. If we don't want to be prisoners, we must find a way to save ourselves."

"I quite want to be a prisoner..."

Wei Ran murmured secretly in his heart, but he agreed very nicely. He simply stood up and climbed up the ladder to the watchtower again.

This is undoubtedly a boring job, but one that requires constant tension, especially with two wet flight suits hanging on it, and being in a drafty observation tower that is not really warm.

After tying his flight suit to the railing outside, Wei Ran closed the two iron doors and stared boredly at the misty sea outside through the window, hoping that a ship would appear or a rescue plane or something.

appear in view.

However, as time passed by, the fog on the sea became much lighter, but the sky above the head was always gray and gloomy, and from time to time, it would float for a while.

A lot of heavy rain.

Wait until 6:30 pm, as the sky becomes darker and darker, the waves become larger, and all the remaining fog is blown away.

He took out his compass and observed that the wind was still blowing from the northeast. Wei Ran could only light the bright oil lamp again and hang it by the window. Then he returned to the buoy and checked Julian's wounds.

And prepare to get some food and hot water as soon as possible before the buoy starts to become bumpy.

However, almost as soon as Weiran had heated up the canned beef, the faint roar of the plane was heard overhead again.

This time, without even waiting for Julian's greeting, Wei Ran quickly climbed up the ladder to the rescue buoy and picked up the flare gun.

However, this time, before he could turn on the safety of the flare gun, he heard Julian shouting hurriedly from below, "Victor! Stop! That's a British bomber!"

Hearing this, Wei Ran's hand froze, he immediately put down the signal gun, extinguished the kerosene lamp by the window as quickly as possible and pushed open the iron door.

Stepping out of the watchtower, Wei Ran took out his compass and quickly glanced to confirm the north and south direction. He looked up at the dim sky full of clouds. He took out his camera as quickly as possible and replaced it with

I picked up the telephoto lens and waited patiently.

Not long after, he vaguely saw British bombers one after another, flying from the west to the east at low altitude over the sea from a position about a few kilometers away from the south side of the buoy.

Are the British preparing to fight back? Wei Ran muttered as he pressed the shutter button to take one photo after another.

Why do the British designate September 15th as the Battle of Britain Memorial Day?

Not only because of the brilliant results they achieved on this day, but also because this day was a turning point in the air battle over Britain.

Because starting from September 16th, which is the time in the time and space where Weiran is currently located, the British Air Force finally had the strength to fight back, and the first thing they had to attack was the mustaches placed on the beach, those who were watching eagerly.

Ships and troops ready to cross the sea and land at any time!

Of course, while the history books boasted about this day, they also mentioned in passing that from the 16th to the 19th, due to bad weather, the Germans basically did not dispatch many bombers, and they achieved no results.

Seeing those bombers flying further and further away, and seemingly not noticing the rescue buoy floating on the sea, Wei Ran also secretly breathed a sigh of relief and slowly put away the camera in his hand.

"Victor, tell me what you saw?" Julian in the buoy shouted and asked when he couldn't hear the roar of the plane.

"I saw...fuck!"

Wei Ran, who only said a few words, couldn't help but be stunned, and cursed lightly in the white light that appeared without any warning.

When the white light faded, he found himself back in the rescue buoy - a rescue buoy more than half a century after the war ended.

While he was stunned, the metal quill continued to write on the page:

act 2

Role identity: Tailor Apprentice Victor

Return mission: Cold weapon killed at least two chain dogs and snatched weapons, successfully escaped from the roundup, and took at least two single photos and one group photo.

Language Task 1: Steal cash of any denomination from the wallets of at least three customers without being discovered

Language Task 2: Steal no less than ten kilograms of stolen goods and at least one weapon from Reno Grocery Store without being discovered.

Tailor's apprentice? Two language tasks for stealing things? Are there any other languages ​​I don't know?

Wei Ran couldn't help but feel confused for a moment. Although he had long been accustomed to the finishing work of that broken notebook, the problem was that every time the finishing work of that broken notebook could be unexpected.

Before he could figure out the irrelevant question, his eyes were once again shrouded in white light, and immediately after, he saw the props that could be used this time.

What he didn't expect was that the items he was given this time were still very few. Apart from the Rolleiflex mirrors, the only thing he had was the gas mask bag from the USS Johnston destroyer.

I hope the contents of the gas mask bag are still there... Wei Ran prayed secretly in the gradually dissipating white light, but before the white light dissipated, he vaguely heard a sound of "Hey! It sucks!" and "Pa!"
Chapter completed!