"What is he looking for?" Saleh, who had been watching the excitement just now, came up and asked.

"Tadpole, let's find its mother."

Wei Ran gave a noncommittal answer, looked up and looked around again, and couldn't help but start to wonder where the remaining nine boxes of gold were buried.

But soon, he took the initiative to put an end to this unrealistic greed. This was a desert after all, and no one knew how far the plane moved under the force of the wind before finally stopping here.

The 450 kilograms of gold that have not been found is tempting, but if you really waste your time and energy in this desert, like looking for a needle in a haystack to find the hill where the gold may be buried, then you will really be trapped forever.

In this desert.

After figuring out the key, Wei Ran asked Soliman, who was helping to close the winch, "Do you have any extra canvas on your truck?"

"There are two big volumes, what's wrong?" Soliman asked puzzledly.

"Drive my car out and get a roll and come back." Wei Ran glanced at the mummies lying on the canopy, "We can't let them sleep here like this."

"You are such a good person"

Soliman joked noncommittally, got into Weiran's armored pickup truck, started the engine, and picked up his father Saleh and Mr. Edward who were walking back.

As the car left, the tribal helpers, led by the old patriarch, left the canyon in groups on camels.

"Why did I leave myself alone?"

Wei Ran looked around belatedly, and finally shook his head helplessly, sitting cross-legged next to the mummies.

After waiting quietly for more than ten minutes, Soliman drove the armored pickup truck into the canyon again.

"Why are you here alone?" Soliman opened the car door and asked in surprise.

"Aren't there a few more here?" Wei Ran pointed to the corpse beside him, then stood up and walked to the back of the car.

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Soliman said in a low voice while helping Weiran remove the canvas roll, "I guess he didn't come here for these corpses and this plane."

"No matter what he came for"

Before Wei Ran finished speaking, he had already cut off a large enough piece of canvas with a wallpaper knife, wrapped a mummy tightly himself, tied it tightly with a length of rope, and then sent it back to the tail cabin of the wreckage of the plane.

Although it is just an extra layer of canvas to wrap the victims of these natural and man-made disasters, this is already the limit of what Weifang can do.

With Soliman's help, Wei Yan returned the last skeleton to the tail cabin of the aircraft. Wei Yan dug out a piece of thick wire from the tool box of the armored pickup truck cargo bed, screwed the tail cabin door shut, and then said,

"Okay, it's time for us to leave."

"Victor, look what I found?" Soliman, who had gotten into the cockpit at some point, greeted.

Hearing this, Wei Ran followed him curiously, and then discovered that the former was actually holding a British MK3 compass in his hand!

"Where did you find it?" Wei Ran asked in surprise. This thing was originally rewarded with a metal book, but it happened to have a watch attached to it, which he particularly disliked.

"right here"

Soliman first pointed to the position of the navigator, then handed the compass to Weiyan, and said proudly, "I found it in the crack under the seat. There seems to be something in there."

"You're lucky, but the suspension fluid in this thing has leaked. You can find a watch repairman to repair it, maybe it can still be used."

As Wei Ran spoke, he returned the compass to Soliman, and subconsciously turned his head to look behind the passenger seat to see if the luxurious Air Force survival shotgun was still there. What he didn't expect was that that day

After pushing away the accumulated sand with my feet, a dusty aluminum alloy box was actually fixed there!

"I missed it!"

Wei Ran walked over quickly, cleared away the sand and took out the metal box fixed to the bulkhead.

"Victor, did you find something good?" Soliman asked while still busy in the navigator's position with his butt sticking out, trying to get things out of the cracks.

"I found a box that I can use as a toolbox in my car." Wei Ran touched the tattoo on the tiger's mouth on his left hand and urged with a normal expression, "Don't take too long, I'll wait for you outside."

"I got it out quickly," Soliman responded without looking back, as if there really was something valuable in the crack under the chair.

Upon seeing this, Wei Yan simply carried the heavy box and left the wreckage of the cabin, and went straight into the cab of the armored pickup truck.

Just now, when he took down the aluminum alloy box, the flash of hotness at the tiger's mouth tattoo also let him know that there might be some good things in the metal book.

After closing the car door, Wei Ran took out the metal book and opened it. Sure enough, under the red vortex with the compass and the watch, there was also a counter-rotating blue vortex, and below this vortex, there were also more

A brief handwriting - "The most precious thing in the desert is Danshui. What is more precious than Danshui?"

"Maybe it's not to be carried away by greed..."

Wei Ran murmured his answer, and then he discovered that something was slowly lifting up from the blue vortex.

"Isn't it meant for shotguns?"

Wei Ran raised his head and looked at the wreckage of the plane outside the window. Seeing that Soliman hadn't come out yet, he immediately took out the things in the blue vortex as quickly as possible.

What he didn't expect was that what was contained in the blue vortex was indeed a World War II German pilot survival shotgun. There was even a cowhide ammunition belt wrapped around the shotgun, and there were even three groups of three on it.

There are rounds of bullets fixed, but why is this different from before? Before, wasn't it always given an empty blue vortex and stuffed into it by yourself?

Putting away the shotgun and metal book with doubts, Wei Ran reached out and opened the aluminum alloy box originally placed in the passenger seat.

In addition to the yellow sand accumulated over the years, this box also contained a shotgun that had been disassembled in half, the matching bullets, and a gun cleaning bag. The only exception was the cowhide gun belt that had cracked due to dryness and was not used for fixing.

It's just the leather band of the bullet.

"Is there a bug in this crappy book?"

Wei Ran murmured to himself, then buckled the metal box and stuffed it into the pile of tents scattered in the cargo compartment of the car as quickly as possible.

Almost as soon as he closed the canvas curtain of the cargo compartment, Soliman also walked out of the cabin happily.

"Victor, I found another good thing!" Soliman shouted proudly.

"What good stuff?" Wei Ran turned around and asked.

"A kerosene lighter!" Soliman threw the small object in his hand to Wei Ran, "I gave it to you."

Taking the lighter thrown by the other party and taking a look at it, Weiran couldn't help grinning. This was an IMCO 4700 kerosene lighter produced in Austria occupied by Germany during World War II. It was considered to be the kerosene gas lamp hanging in the metal book.

It is the grandfather style of the lighter. It was also the most common lighter in the hands of German soldiers during World War II.

But compared to these, he remembered very clearly that this lighter was exactly what the navigator Morris used to burn the aviation map after the emergency landing. At that time, it was placed on the instrument panel in front of the navigator's position together with the compass.

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Try pressing the lighter cap. Although the kerosene in the lighter has evaporated long ago, the flint inside can still produce conspicuous sparks. However, compared to the excellent quality of this lighter, it is different from Soliman.

The compass that I was playing with was not lost even after wandering in the desert with the wreckage of the plane for so long. It is not a big miracle.

"Victor, don't waste your time."

Soliman opened the passenger door and urged, "Wait a minute and I'll get you some camel hair to put on that lighter, and then I'll get some gasoline so it can be used. Let's get out of here quickly."

"Don't you want this lighter?" Wei Ran came to his senses and asked as he walked to the driver's seat.

"I already have a compass." Soliman shook the object in his hand and said with satisfaction, "This thing looks better than the current products."

"Lighter too"

Weiran opened the door and got in. He started the car and said, "This lighter that you don't like can be sold for two hundred dollars."

"So expensive?"

Soliman's eyes widened, and he said nonchalantly, "I'll give it to you as I said. We have to get some souvenirs when we find this place so far away."

"You are so lucky." Wei Ran stepped on the accelerator as he spoke.

Soliman shrugged and responded matter-of-factly, "People who are too selfish will not live long, and they will definitely not be happy."

"Yes." Wei Ran nodded with emotion, "People who are too selfish will not live long, and they will definitely not be happy."

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