"Jumpy Shorts" walked into the watchtower.

A little slower, Phil also climbed up the ladder and followed Wei Ran into the interior of the buoy, which was lit by a dim oil lamp. He saw Julian sitting on the edge of a bed, holding a P38 pistol in one hand to guard the two of them.

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As if he hadn't seen the pistol, Wei Ran casually put his flight suit on the ladder, then took off the rest of his soaked clothes and asked, "Mr. Julian, can you lend us two sets?"

Dry clothes?”

"It's in the cabinet on your right."

Julian pointed to a cabinet not far from Wei Ran and said with force, "There are towels, blankets and boots in the other two cabinets next to it."

"Thanks"

Wei Ran thanked him politely, walked to the cabinet with bare feet, took out two sets of warm shirts and gave them to Phil who was a little overwhelmed behind him, "Quickly change your clothes, and then we will see how we can help."

This is Mr. Julian."

"Victor, why are you so familiar with this kind of thing?" Phil asked strangely as he took the clothes and put them on the ladder.

"I've stayed in a German hotel like this before," Wei Ran replied with a normal expression, and the latter also said "Wow" as if he suddenly understood.

Taking advantage of the opportunity to change clothes, Wei Ran proved that there were no additional weapons hidden on his body. After drying his hair, Wei Ran first raised the brightness of the oil lamp, and then took out the flare gun and flares from the clothes he took off, along with Phil.

The few remaining flares he had on him were thrown into a cabinet.

"Mr. Julian, can we help you check your injuries now?"

When Wei Ran asked this question, Phil had already opened the medical box on the other bed and was checking the medicine inside.

"Let's start with our hands first."

When Julian said this, he did not put down the pistol held in his left hand, but at the same time stretched out his gloved right hand.

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! However, after helping the opponent take off his gloves, Wei Ran frowned. At this time, two wounds on Julian's right hand were missing.

Finger, but the wound was not sutured, but more like hemorrhage was stopped by cauterization!

"you made it yourself?"

There was a hint of blame in Wei Ran's tone subconsciously. In any case, they were companions on the same plane in the first scene.

"Yes," Julian explained in a calm tone, "First apply an analgesic injection, and then stick a red-hot knife on it."

"I need to cut off part of your skin later, otherwise you will die of septicemia."

While Wei Ran was speaking, he had already opened the bandaged wound on Julian's leg. As expected, the bleeding was also stopped by burning.

"There seems to be a piece of shrapnel in the wound on the leg," Julian explained expressionlessly, "If it's convenient, please help me take it out."

"If it's convenient," Wei Ran muttered angrily and briefly communicated the situation to Phil.

"He is really lucky to be alive now."

Phil said angrily, "Victor, tell this crazy German that the only operation I have ever participated in was to remove a subcutaneous lipoma. There is a possibility that the operation will fail, but I vow to do my best."

My best effort.”

"I don't think he will care. Let's get started."

As Wei Ran said, he had already put a stick of morphine into Julian's hand, "Which one are you responsible for?"

"Which one?" Phil asked subconsciously, "Aren't we both responsible for the same wound at the same time?"

"also"

Wei Ran agreed indifferently, and while the morphine was taking effect, he lit the gasoline stove with familiarity and put a blue lampshade on it.

In the following time, Phil completely became Wei Ran's assistant, and the latter finally understood why this guy became a navigator instead of a field doctor. His speed was really too slow, but his needlework was far better than

Wei Ran was more careful.

After completing the debridement as quickly as possible and handing over the final suturing to Phil, Wei Ran cut open the wound on Julian's leg with familiarity, dug out the shrapnel and immediately began to suture it.

At this time, even Julian could see the difference. Wei Ran had already started bandaging, but Phil was still explaining "the thread in a mother's hand, the clinical seam" in a serious manner.

"Are you a doctor?" Julian put the P38 pistol aside as he spoke.

"I'm a bomber captain"

Wei Ran, with his hands on his hips, proudly said a line he had said once upon a time, "Before that, I was a veterinarian who castrated cattle and sheep."

Hearing this, Julian twitched his lips and said, "So your companion is a pharmacist?"

"His name is Phil," Wei Ran helpfully introduced.

"Do you know Latin?" Julian asked abruptly in Latin.

"Do you know Latin?" Phil asked in surprise.

"I studied the history of the Roman Empire"

Julian replied matter-of-factly, and his tone was just like when Wei Ran said, "I'm a Frenchman, of course I know Latin." It was impossible to find any fault with him for a while.

"It seems you are a noble," Phil said almost certainly in Latin.

"Does knowing Latin mean you are a noble?" Julian's rhetorical question was full of sarcasm.

"Those who know Latin are not necessarily nobles, but ordinary people don't have the time or interest to study the history of the Roman Empire, let alone learn Latin for the sake of learning those things." Phil's tone was still extremely determined.

"There are no aristocrats left in Germany"

Julian snorted, stretched out his uninjured left hand towards Phil and said, "Let's get to know each other again. I am Julian Klinsmann, a bomber pilot."

"Phil, Phil Harrington." Phil, who had just bandaged the wound, took off his gloves, held the other person's left hand and introduced himself, "I am Captain Victor's navigator."

"Are you also a navigator?" Julian said strangely.

"There's more here..." Phil said, turning to look at the body next to the ladder not far away.

"Yes, he is also a navigator"

Julian continued to introduce in Latin, "Of course, he and I were not on the same plane, and their plane hit the antenna of this buoy."

"This buoy is really lively," Phil couldn't help but mutter, but he didn't notice that Wei Ran, who was packing the medical bag, had already frowned.

He was thinking about another thing at this time. Before entering this set of historical fragments, he clearly remembered that the original owner of the farm was named William Harrington, which was the same as Phil's last name.

So the question arises, Phil, also named Harrington, has now appeared in this buoy, so where is William? Who is William?

"Mr. Pilot, did you fly over the center line of the strait when you fell?" Julian asked feebly, "How far is your current position from the coast?"

Seeing Phil's hesitation, Julian explained feebly, "The anchor chain of this buoy is broken. I just want to determine where it has floated to now."

"It has not crossed the center line, and it has not passed through the Strait of Dover."

Having said this, Phil glanced at Weiran, who had his back to them, and continued to add in Latin, "It's at least 20 miles away from the coastline. Sir, we are not your prisoners, so we can only reveal so much, and even if

Even though they are prisoners, we also have the right to keep the military operations of our trip secret."

“Completely understand”

Julian breathed a sigh of relief, and then said, "If it is convenient, please throw the body of the other pilot into the sea. I have wanted to do this for a long time, but I have tried several times to no avail.

Find a way to drag him up."

"no problem"

Phil nodded happily and said in English, "Victor, Mr. Julian, please let us take the body out."

"It's really time to send him out."

Wei Ran stood up as he spoke and walked towards the stiff corpse while asking, "Were you communicating in Latin just now?"

"Yes," Phil said nonchalantly, "Julian seems to be a German nobleman."

"It seems you had a great time chatting"

Wei Ran walked to the body, put the rope that had just been taken off Julian's waist through the body's armpits, and said, "Leave the job of dumping the body to me, Phil, you are responsible for cleaning up the corpse."

How about cleaning it up? It looks like a tornado has visited this place."

"Mr. Julian said that the anchor chain was broken. I guess it is the shaking caused by the waves that makes this place so messy."

Phil explained gratefully that he didn't really want to carry the corpse, especially the corpse of his colleague.

Ignoring Phil who was busy cleaning, Wei Ran climbed up holding the rope and dragged the body of the navigator from KG2 to the deck with difficulty.

Looking around, Wei Ran groped around the corpse as quickly as possible, successfully took out a flyback watch and a compass from the other person's hand and put them on his wrist.

In addition, he also unexpectedly found a Robert camera equipped with a wide-angle lens and wrapped in a waterproof rubber bag in the pocket of the corpse, as well as several film rolls in sealed tubes - this was the first scene

Nothing found in it.

However, whether it was erased by the metal book or taken away by Julian in advance, he did not find the Sauer 38 pistol and spare ammunition that should have been on the body like in the first scene.

box.

Without daring to waste too much time, Wei Ran untied the body's belt and once again fixed him to the railing of the deck, and tied him with his flight suit for additional fixation to prevent him from being hit by the waves again.

fly.

When he finished everything and returned to the buoy, he found that Julian had put on a straight Luftwaffe uniform with Phil's help and was combing his hair with a small comb.
To be continued...