On the icy sea surface, as the increasingly closer flares were raised one after another, Wei Ran and Phil finally met together.

"Where's Connor?" Wei Ran shouted from afar.

"He was hit," Phil said angrily, "those damn Nasty, they are trampling on all the rules!"

"Are you hurt?" Wei Ran grabbed the other person's clothes and shouted.

"No! What about you?! Are you injured?" Phil asked loudly.

"Neither did I!" Wei Ran then asked the most critical question, "Was the flash before the flare yours?"

"The flash before the flare? Wasn't that you?"

When Phil said this, he immediately reacted. He glanced at the compass fixed on his sleeve and said, "I remember its position. The flash of light is in the direction of true north."

Almost as soon as he finished saying this, a red flare also rose in their due north-west direction!

"Could it be Connor? Did he survive?" Phil subconsciously guessed, "Let's go over and take a look!"

"good"

Wei Ran responded, but he knew very clearly in his heart that it couldn't be Connor. They were at least 1,500 meters away from the sea when they parachuted.

There is no parachute to fall from such a high distance, and the only difference from falling directly to the concrete floor is that there is no need to wash the floor.

On the contrary, he had vaguely guessed that that flash of light might be the rescue buoy, or...could it be Spear and Heidi?

Suppressing the random speculation in his mind, Wei Ran followed Phil and swam hard in the direction of the rising signal flare.

This distance was far longer than the distance between him and Phil before. What's more, they were still swimming against the waves at this time, which was undoubtedly another trouble.

But even so, he didn't dare to stop at all. On this cold sea, the most important thing was to get out of the water as soon as possible and avoid hypothermia as soon as possible. So no matter who raised the signal flare, it was worth them rushing over to see it as soon as possible.

look.

Pushed by the reaction force generated by raising their arms again and again and paddling the seawater, the two of them got closer and closer to the direction where the signal flare had just been raised, but the other party seemed to be playing tricks on them and never rose again.

Fire the second flare.

"Phil! Is there any light ahead?"

Wei Ran shouted and asked. The sea fog around them was not too thick at this time, but the darkness made the hazy light group in the far distance more conspicuous.

Hearing this, Phil rubbed his eyes, and then shouted excitedly, "Yes! That's right! There is a bright light! Although it is very weak, there is indeed a group of bright light! It seems to be a ship's light!"

"Let's hurry up!"

Wei Ran encouraged the other party and moved his arms vigorously, trying to close the distance between the two parties.

After nearly half an hour, Weiran was finally able to see clearly. As expected, the bright light came from the rescue buoy that was missing its mast antenna!

"That looks like a German canned lobster!"

Phil shouted to Wei Ran with a look of displeasure. As he spoke, he put his hand under the water. After some groping, he pulled out a Webley revolver and pressed down the hammer.

"No matter what kind of can it is, let's go up first." Wei Ran said, "If we continue to soak in the water, we will soon freeze to death."

“I hope there’s a gentleman living there.”

Phil muttered, but did not put away the weapon in his hand when swimming towards the rescue buoy.

As the distance got closer, they gradually saw the conspicuous red cross on the buoy and the bright oil lamp in the watchtower.

"Do you speak German?" Wei Ran asked while swimming.

"I don't know German." Phil shook his head. "The only language I know is Latin."

"Latin? Do you know Latin?" Wei Ran looked at the other party in surprise.

"Is this weird?" Phil asked, "I was a pharmacist before I went to war, and I often had to use Latin."

"Wait, you're still a pharmacist?"

Wei Ran looked like he had seen a ghost, "Then why didn't you become a military doctor? Instead, you became a navigator?"

"Mr. Captain, are you sure we want to talk about this at this time?" Phil pointed to the buoy, which was only thirty or forty meters away from them.

"Maybe we won't have a chance to talk later."

As Wei Ran said this, he also pulled out his Webley revolver from his calf and pretended to depress the hammer.

"makes sense"

Phil nodded in agreement, then slowed down a little and explained, "I used to be a pharmacist, and my wife and I successfully joined the same clinic last year.

When I decided to join the Air Force, I asked them what kind of people they were most lacking, and they told me that they urgently needed pilots, navigators, and bomber gunners."

At this point, Phil spread his arms, "I can't fly a plane, but I always have to choose between a gunner and a navigator, especially when I heard that the gunner of a bomber is a expendable position."

“Navigator is a wise choice”

Wei Ran nodded in agreement. The machine gunner only needed courage and strength and the ability to react quickly enough, but the navigator needed a brain that was fast enough and calm enough, as well as powerful computing power.

"What about you?" Phil asked as he swam towards the buoy, "Victor, what did you do before?"

"He's a veterinarian," Wei Ran replied in a particularly skillful manner, "a veterinarian who specializes in castrating cattle and sheep."

Before Phil could continue to ask, he took the initiative to add, "I participated in pilot training. Just like you, I always have to choose between a pilot, a navigator and a machine gunner. I don't want to be a pilot either."

Gunner."

At this point in the conversation, they were only the last ten meters away from the buoy. At this time, they could see even the railings of the buoy deck and the seabirds resting on the railings very clearly.

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Of course, they also saw the German HE111 bomber pilot Julian lying on the buoy deck, holding a P38 pistol in his hand!

"British?" Julian asked weakly.

"Can we go up and warm up?" Wei Ran asked in mixed German.

"Tickets are your weapons"

Seeing that someone could communicate in German, Julian was obviously much more relaxed, but his tone turned into the arrogance that he had when flying a plane, "If you have a flare gun, you can stay, my last

A flare has just been fired."

I see...

Wei Ran muttered secretly, and first conveyed Julian's words to Phil, then shook the revolver in his hand towards Julian, who was lying on the deck above his head, and poked out the barrel to reveal the chamber and the

The bullet inside then let it fall into the cold sea.

At the same time, he also asked in German, "Are you injured? You are lucky. In addition to a veterinarian, there is also a pharmacist in the water, so can we go up and sit down?"

"Tell your companions to throw away their weapons," Julian said with force.

"Phil, throw away the weapon." Wei Ran turned his head and urged.

"All right"

After a moment's hesitation, Phil followed the example of Wei Ran and lowered the barrel of the gun to expose the bullet chamber. However, he did not throw the gun into the sea, but just let the bullets in the bullet chamber fly away.

Shuili said at the same time, "Tell him that I have thrown away the bullets, but this gun will not work. This gun is a relic of my father."

After hearing this, Wei Ran translated the words intact to Julian.

"Come up." Julian waved the weapon in his hand.

"I'll go up first." Wei Ran had already climbed up the ladder on the side as he spoke, and climbed up before Phil could speak.

When he climbed onto the narrow deck, he immediately frowned. Julian's mental state at this time was far worse than in the first act.

Thanks to the large oil lamp in the watchtower, he could clearly see that Julian's injured right hand was still wearing a glove, and the wound on his left leg was also tied with gauze. In addition,

In addition, there is a rope tied around his waist that extends into the buoy.

"There is a body down there," Julian reminded him as he climbed up with difficulty and leaned against the door. "I don't have the strength to carry him out."

"Phil, come on up."

Wei Ran first changed into English and said hello, then took the initiative to reach out to the other party and said, "I am Victor, the captain of the Wellington bomber. What is your name? Also, do you need me to help you get down?"

"Julian Klinsmann," Julian said weakly, "my right hand is injured, so I won't shake hands with you."

After saying that, Julian added with special care, "I'm driving a He111."

"Do you need me to help you get down?" Wei Ran asked again sincerely.

After a moment of hesitation, Julian nodded, "Thank you, my leg is also injured, please help me get down."

"Hold your weapon and don't let it go off."

Wei Ran said, helping the other person stand up. After he put the pistol on his belt, he grabbed the rope tied to the other person's waist and helped him climb into the buoy little by little.

Almost at the same time that Julian landed, Phil also climbed onto the buoy. While taking off his flight suit, he lowered his voice and asked, "Victor, what's going on?"

"The guy below is the pilot of a German bomber. His hands and legs were injured. In exchange for staying here, we have to provide him with the medical help we can. At present, we have only reached these consensuses."

While Wei Ran was talking, he also took off his flight suit, put it on the railing, squeezed out the water, and explained.

Hearing this, Phil immediately breathed a sigh of relief, "It seems we didn't encounter a madman. This is probably the only good news."

"Okay, let's go down."

While Wei Ran was talking, he had already taken off his flight suit, which was already full of water. At this time, he placed the extremely heavy sheepskin flight jacket on the railing and zipped it up, then took up the Irving flight suit that had just been wring out the water.
To be continued...