Amid Grant's internal communication, the White Whale bomber began to climb, and Wei Ran also heard the intermittent roar of the machine gun from the direction of the tail turret.

Pulling off the headphones, Wei Ran moved along the slightly tilted cabin towards the front cockpit as if he was climbing a ladder.

While struggling to pass through two bomb bays and through the cylindrical passage, he also saw Brad, who was struggling to save himself.

“Where was injured?”

While Wei Ran asked, he had already pulled Brad from the position and dragged him to the back of the head and co-pilot seat, which was at least relatively spacious.

"Legs, shrapnel in my thighs, behind." Brad replied in a chill, "Vic...Victor, you'd better be a veterinarian."

"You have good luck"

Wei Ran said, turning Brad over, and then he saw that something was indeed inlaid on his right thigh. But this was not a shrapnel, but a piece of glass.

"You are lucky. What hits you is not shrapnel, but fragments of porthole glass."

Wei Ran said, turning his head and asked again, "Where is the first aid kit?"

"there!"

Deputy Captain Paul raised his hand and then shouted, "Grant? Did he knock it out?"

"It's knocked out! But more flying in the distance, climb! We need to go to a higher position to shake them off!"

Grant replied roaringly, but at this time, both Wei Ran and Brad, they could not hear anything because they did not have internal communications.

"Grant, is he still alive?" Brad, who was lying on the floor, shouted nervously.

"Living! He's still alive, and just knocked out a plane!" Jonathan, a radio telegrapher not far away, replied loudly.

"Find a place to take it safely"

While Wei Ran reminded Brad, he had already stabbed a morphine around the wound and then strangled the proximal end of the wound with a tourniquet.

"Grant asked Brad how it was!" Jonathan shouted.

"I can't die!"

Wei Ran said loudly, "And I'm going to treat him to barbecue soon!"

Before he finished speaking, Wei Ran, who was sitting on Brad's buttock, had already taken out the 1911 pistol from the metal notebook under the cover of his clothes, and repeatedly pulled the sleeve and drew out three bullets.

"No, no, Victor, another way!" Brad shouted in panic, obviously realizing something.

"Honest"

Wei Ran said, handing a roll of gauze to Brad, "biting it."

"Victor, you're a bastard! Bastard vet! No, no! It's enough to tie me up! Stop! Stop!"

While Brad cursed and begged, Wei Ran had already tore open the pants around his wound. Then the pistol's grip hit the shell twice, pinned the bullet head with the muzzle, and pulled it off with difficulty.

"We don't have stapling equipment in our first aid kit, and we can't sew it under our current conditions. This is the only way I can stop bleeding. As long as we can fly back as soon as possible, I guarantee you can survive."

Wei Ran said, pouring the gunpowder on Brad's wound. It seemed that he had felt something. Brad didn't care about cursing at this time, and quickly put the gauze roll into his mouth and bit it, and closed his eyes.

Wei Ran didn't expect that this guy was so afraid of pain. He poured all the gunpowder from three bullets around the wound. He threw away the bullet shell and took out the zippo lighter from his pocket that he forgot who came from, and rubbed Ran around Brad's wound.

"call--"

While the launching medicine was burning, Brad, who was sitting under Wei Ran's butt, also let out a shrill scream, and struggled hard - Wei Ran's movements were too fast, and the anesthesia had just taken effect!

In the burnt smell that everyone was extremely familiar with, the wound with a piece of glass exposed was successfully burned and closed.

Trying to loosen the tourniquet, Wei Ran breathed a sigh of relief, and then tied the tourniquet tightened again, "Bill, remind me every 10 minutes!"

"No problem! How is his situation?" asked the navigator Bill.

"It smells very fragrant!" Wei Ran replied deliberately, "but he will definitely survive and should not be disabled."

"Grant! The arsonist said Brad smelled so good!"

Bill immediately shouted in the internal communication, "But he will certainly survive and will not be disabled!"

"It seems like home runs will have a new nickname, too."

Captain Tom was also adjusting the nervous temperature, "What do you think of barbecue?"

"Philadelphia barbecue!" added deputy captain Paul.

"I have no objection!" Navigator Bill ignored Brad, who was trembling and exposing his middle finger, and shouted, "Grant said he has no objection either!"

"I have no objection!" said Jonathan, a telegrapher.

"I won't have any objection, good evening, Mr. Philadelphia Barbecue."

The mechanic Philip leaned forward and waved enthusiastically at Brad, who was still stronger than his middle finger, and a series of laughter came from the cabin again.

"I brought the flight jacket this time," said Captain Tom. "Victor, please put it on Brad."

"Borrow a sleeve for use"

Wei Ran said, took off the B3 flight suit hanging on the back of the other party's seat, pulled off a sleeve almost violently, and then covered the remaining part on Brad's body, and helped him lift the injured leg up and put it on a piece of equipment in the cabin.

Immediately afterwards, he pulled away his torn sleeves, sat in the position of the bomb dropper, wrapped it on his feet, and stepped on the damage that had just been penetrated by the shrapnel.

At most, this method can only be considered better than nothing. Not long after, his feet were frozen almost unconscious, but the damage was even bigger.

Seeing that the entire piece of glass was completely broken, Wei Ran could only return to Brad's side and lie in his upper air outlet to help him block the cold wind that was pouring in as much as possible.

After a while, as the bomber began to maintain its current altitude, Grant hurriedly ran over from the tail of the aircraft.

"How is his situation?" Grant asked yelled.

"There is still strength to be better than the middle finger!"

Wei Ran shouted and responded, and Brad also compared a middle finger.

Seeing this, Grant breathed a little relieved, and lay on the other side of Brad like Wei Ran, using his body to block the cold wind.

"I guess you're missing a nucleated woman now," Philip said loudly.

"Clean Nuclear Women" Brad responded weakly.

"Did he say anything?" Philip asked.

"He said he wanted a clean nucleating woman." Grant helped to repeat it loudly, and laughter came from the cabin again.

But at this time, whether Wei Ran, Brad and Grant, everyone knew that they had to keep chatting with Brad and let him wake up through the next few hours, otherwise he might not be able to wake up again once he fell asleep.

At the same time, every 10 minutes, Wei Ran had to help him temporarily loosen the tourniquet near the wound for a while, otherwise his leg would probably be ruined.

As time passed by, Brad's condition became increasingly sluggish, and his response to the people around him became increasingly slow.

Fortunately, it was already bright outside the porthole at this time, and Saipan was already looking at it from afar.

"Jonathan?" Wei Ran asked yelled.

"The tower has been notified!" Radio operator Jonathan obviously knew what Wei Ran wanted to ask, "The ambulance is already waiting!"

"Brad, hold on!" Wei Ran shouted.

"Martina! Martina Kruger!"

Wireless telegrapher Jonathan suddenly shouted, "Brad! A woman named Martina Kruger found Saipan and she said she wanted to see you!"

Almost as he shouted this name, Brad, who was already confused, woke up for a moment, then shook his head and said, "No...it's impossible, why could she..."

"She's waiting for you at the airport!" Jonathan continued to shout, "You'll see her later!"

"Really...really?" Brad looked at Jonathan with difficulty.

"Why am I lying to you!" shouted Jonathan, "and I don't know who this person is!"

"She...she is..."

Before Brad finished speaking, the White Whale bomber had also begun to lower its altitude.

In just a few minutes, the bomber began to glide, and fortunately, Brad was still alive.

Almost as the bomber stopped, medical staff from not far away rushed over and started a blood transfusion to Brad as quickly as possible.

Watching Brad be taken into the ambulance with Grant's company, Wei Ran breathed a little relieved, and then shivered uncontrollably. His own condition was not good either.

"So there is no woman called Martina Kruger?" Captain Tom, who was also about to freeze, asked, struggling to walk off the bomber.

"No..." Wireless telegrapher Jonathan shook his head, "How could it be."

"I hope he can survive," said Paul, the deputy captain who took a step later, worriedly.

"I actually have bad news here..." Jonathan said, but looked up at Wei Ran.

"What's wrong?" Wei Ran couldn't help but feel a slump. He already had a bad premonition.

"What happened?" Philip and Bill asked, and then the gunners Lewis, George and Val also surrounded them.

"Duka Dumbo crew also participated in this bomb drop."

Wireless telegrapher Jonathan paused, "But they...maybe they can't come back."

"You...what were you saying?" Wei Ran subconsciously looked in the direction where the Dumbo Crew was.

"Before we were attacked, I heard the call from Dumbo's wireless telegrapher Jack."
To be continued...