Under Wei Ran's reminder, Qin Shouzheng and Zhou Guochang took off the watches on their wrists and distributed them to Squad Leader Liang and the little monk who had just hung the goggles around his neck.

However, Wei Ran not only rejected watches with amazing radiation, but also rejected goggles that were almost useless in the jungle. Instead, he searched through the cabinet and found a first aid kit made of not-so-large cowhide in the cabin.

Although he didn't find a parachute in this cabin, he found something better than the parachute—two inflatable life rafts, as well as several canned rice and canned fish.

To be ironic, it would be fine if the Japanese pilots don’t like parachute jumping or even don’t deserve a parachute, but the distribution of this life raft is also weird.

Although life rafts have been widely equipped on various types of Japanese military aircraft since 1939, the carrier-based fighter jets that need life rafts the most are not worthy of this thing.

Although I can't figure out the Japanese brain circuit, it does not affect Wei Ran's move out the two inflatable life rafts and put them aside. Even if this thing is not used next, it can be used for a slight modification as a waterproof backpack.

Finally, all the bodies that were not cold were thrown out, and everyone got back into the dry cabin. Wei Ran, who was walking at the end, barely closed the seriously deformed hatch door.

"Do you want to make a fire?" Zhou Guochang asked first, "at least you can burn some water."

"Forget it, it's almost dawn." Squad Leader Liang waved his hand, "Let's talk about it after dawn, and then make a good meal before setting off."

Hearing this, everyone naturally had no objection. They took off their wet clothes and hung them everywhere to hang them. Qin Shouzheng and Zhou Guochang also took the soap again and went outside to continue taking their bath.

After finding a place to sit down, Wei Ran opened the first aid kit he found with the last light of the flashlight.

To his expectations, in this cowhide first aid kit with a lot of traces of use, in addition to a small copper-skin flashlight and two spare batteries, there were also some triangle scarves for trauma debridement and bandage, gauze, iodine, alcohol and other substances, as well as a large bottle of cod liver oil zinc oxide for treatment of scalds.

But in addition to these normal medical supplies and some degreased cotton such as tweezers and scissors, the remaining space contains an iron cylinder similar to the common iron tea bucket in later generations, and a brown glass medicine bottle similar to the size of a glass infusion bottle.

The iron tube of the Japanese soldiers also read the words "Marching Friends". However, the handwritten label on the brown glass bottle only had a Japanese language that Wei Ran could not understand, and the word "大发" followed immediately, plus the seemingly an explanation of the amount used.

I opened the iron bucket and looked at it. It contained pills that looked almost as different from chocolate beans, and even smelled sweet.

He unscrewed the glass bottle he took out and poured out a white pill from it and smelled it. Wei Ran frowned and looked carefully at the label with the dosage written on the bottle. Finally, he realized what this was.

In later generations, the weight of these things in this medicine box would probably be at least exchanged for more than ten years of free food and living. If you have a little better luck, you might be able to reincarnate in advance and delete the number and start over again.

At this time, these things were commonly known as common among the Japanese soldiers. The iron sheets were usually called marching balls. One was refreshing and two were invulnerable to the sword.

As for the glass bottle, it is a more expensive "assault ingot". As long as you eat one of these things, you can maintain a high concentration of long-distance flights, long-distance marching and combat. If you eat two, you will unconsciously shout "onboard" in your mouth. If you eat one, you can drive the plane to the American warships to be lively.

Looking at this plane again, Wei Ran finally remembered that the Japanese during World War II, especially pilots, were all taking drugs in order to deal with overtime and dangerous night flight missions.

He even had no doubt that before the plane's emergency landing, the pilot and even all crew members of the plane might have already taken medicine.

"It's a pity that there are no surgical instruments and syringes or something."

Wei Ran muttered regretfully, and quietly put the white pills in his hand back into the medicine bottle. Then he took out the iodine wine wrapped in sponges on the outside of the bottle, then found the scattered cotton, used tweezers to suck the iodine wine, endured the stinging pain, and carefully applied it to the wounds bitten by leeches and mosquitoes all over his body.

After applying it to himself, Wei Ran did not let the rest of the people go. Anyway, he just discovered a Japanese plane that had just fallen. Even the little monk with six pure roots, Se Hao couldn't help but look curiously. In a short period of time, he would not really close his eyes and sleep. Since that's the case, he would naturally help them deal with the bite wounds on their bodies and the wounds cut by branches and leaves.

While counting the time, Wei Ran used alcohol to apply iodine to remove iodine on himself and everyone, and the cabin also began to smell the smell of medical alcohol.

But everyone was rarely quiet, just leaning against the bulkhead of the cabin, or simply lying down, listening quietly to the white noise caused by the heavy rain outside without any stopping.

"Squad leader, can we go out?" Qin Shouzheng asked suddenly.

"You can" Squad Leader Liang responded almost like a whisper.

"I want to eat the oil tea that my mother made," Qin Shouzheng murmured to himself, "There are crushed peanuts, yin rice, and oil, and then add shredded green onion and sesame seeds..."

"Gululu..."

A loud protest came from Zhou Guochang's stomach, and then Wei Ran couldn't help laughing. Zhou Guochang touched his belly awkwardly, but he didn't expect that everyone would hear the gurgling sound again.

Now, even Squad Leader Liang and Qin Shouzheng wiped the corners of their eyes and laughed. After a while, the laughter in the cabin became louder and louder, and became more and more unscrupulous, so that even the young monk who couldn't understand Chinese couldn't help but smile on his face.

"I won't sleep anymore!" Squad leader Liang sat up excitedly, "Make a fire! Let's make oil tea!"
Chapter completed!