The wounded man, who had recovered from two doses of morphine and an overdose of drugs, said in English with a cold face, "You are despicable..."

"Do you smoke?" Wei Ran didn't wait for the other party to finish speaking and stretched out the smoking device in his hand outside the boat. "If you don't smoke, I will throw it away for you."

"don't want!"

The prisoner immediately said nervously, "Please...please don't throw it away! That...was given to me by my wife."

"Since you don't plan to join our tobacco party, we can only ask her to give you another gift." Before Hawks finished speaking, Wei Ran also extended his arms in a pretentious manner.

"No! She...she is dead"

The injured pilot captive said in a hoarse voice, "She died two years ago in the spring. She was a teacher. She and her students were all killed by the bombers you sent to recruit nuclear weapons."

"That was in retaliation for your attack on Pearl Harbor," Captain Sterling retorted.

"Maybe"

The injured pilot rarely retorted, "But... but my wife did die, and my children lost their mother."

"So what's your name?"

Evans took a big puff of smoke from the end of the handle of his pipe axe, and Wei Yan, who was rather tasteless, retracted his hand that was sticking out of the boat.

The injured pilot paused, then changed the subject and said, "My English name is Akira."

"So Akira," Captain Evans extended the invitation again, "Would you like to join our tobacco party?"

"Okay...Thank you, thank you." Akira, who had a somewhat awkward personality, finally nodded and allowed Hawks to help him untie his hands behind his back.

Upon seeing this, Wei Ran also handed the smoking utensil in his hand to the other party. Captain Evans was willing to show goodwill to the other party, so he naturally had nothing to say.

Not to mention that both the American and Japanese navies generally have a so-called "gentlemanly demeanor", and the Americans on the ship are not like himself and have a congenital physical aversion to the Japanese. The reality is such that he naturally has no reason to demand it.

These companions must share the same hatred with themselves.

After taking the smoking utensil, Akira, who had one foot wrapped in gauze and a condom, smiled politely at Wei Ran, who looked at him coldly, took out a small group of hair-like tobacco from the tobacco bag and stuffed it into it.

Take a puff of the incense, then take out the lighter, light it and take a puff.

"Want to try it?" Akira took the initiative and handed the incense in his hand to Wei Ran.

"No need." As Wei Ran spoke, he picked up the cigarette paper and rolled a toad cigarette himself.

"Your facial features and skin color look very similar to ours," Akira asked tentatively, "So you are..."

"Chinese people"

Wei Ran said in a calm tone, "Just like they can't forget what you did to Pearl Harbor, I can't forget what you did in Jinling in China in 1937 and everything you did in every inch of China from 1937 to the present."

After a short pause, Wei Yan blew out a thick cloud of smoke and reminded, "So you'd better not let me find a reason to attack you and your companions."

"I...I understand." Akira subconsciously moved behind him, slightly widening the distance between him and Wei Ran.

For a moment, the eight-meter-long and two-meter-wide traffic boat fell into silence, leaving only the smoke rising from everyone's fingertips, mouths and noses, and the stern of the boat, which was still tied behind its back, but had a worried look on its face.

Young pilot.

After a short rest, Hawks poured some of the slightly spoiled cocoa left in his kettle to everyone except the prisoners. After everyone drank, Wei Ran also poured the remaining cocoa into his kettle.

Most of the bottle of Coke was poured out to everyone except the prisoners.

After finishing this overly simple lunch, Evans looked at the simple sail that had not been blown up by the wind. After thinking for a while, he said, "Victor, take the thermos bucket and all the supplies and weapons to the life raft.

How about it? Of course, if you can, please leave some tobacco for us."

"No problem" Wei Ran readily agreed.

"In addition to helping to control the sail, you are also responsible for keeping an eye on the surrounding sea conditions. Of course, you also have to keep an eye on us and the prisoners on the same boat with us. If they want to do something, you can shoot directly.

Also, every morning when you come to change our dressings, Hawks will replace you on the life raft."

Evans said, having put his revolver and Indian ax into the thermal bucket, and then with the help of Sterling, he took off the telescope box from his waist and stuffed it into the thermal bucket, "Sterling,

You can arrange duty according to everyone's situation."

"Victor is in charge of the day." Sterling said without thinking, "We will be in charge of the night."

"Then let's arrange it this way"

Before he finished speaking, Evans had already helped Wei Ran throw the dried clothes into the thermal bucket, and said confidently, "Gentlemen, we have enough water and food, we even have medicine and an excellent doctor.

Medic, I think we will definitely survive. Akira-san, do you know how far we are from the nearest shore?"

"100 nautical miles, probably 100 nautical miles." Akira said reluctantly, making it clear that he still wanted to go to Laushizi Palau.

"As long as there is wind, we can return to shore in four days at most." Captain Evans continued to encourage everyone's confidence, while ignoring the desperate expressions of the two pilots.

"Victor, please take the hammock with you." As Sterling spoke, he also stuffed his hammock and a blanket into the thermal bucket. "It can at least help you get out of the water."

"Thanks"

Wei Ran did not refuse the other party's kindness. He just waited for everyone to take off an extra water bottle from their waists and put all the food, weapons and other supplies into the thermos bucket before tightening the lid.

With help, he pushed it into the sea and put it on a life raft not far away.

This Japanese life raft is, to put it bluntly, an inflatable buoyancy bag with a load-bearing net woven with rope fixed in the middle. In other words, it is a large swimming ring.

The advantages and disadvantages of this are self-evident. The advantage is that as long as the inflatable bladder does not leak, there is no need to worry about sinking into the water. As for the disadvantage, the load-bearing net in the middle of this circle of inflatable bladders is not waterproof at all.

.Although you won’t touch the sea surface when you stand on it, there are slight fluctuations in the sea surface, but it does not delay the water spray passing through the weighing net and moistening everything.

Without waiting for Hawkes to return to the traffic boat on the opposite side, Weiyan used a parachute hoist to securely fix the insulation bucket to the load-bearing net of the life raft, and then immediately fixed the hammock to the buoyancy bags on both sides.

On the hand.

Try lying on the hammock. Fortunately, the lowest point is still about 20 cm away from the load-bearing net, which is pretty good.

Sitting in the hammock, he then took out the already dried deck suit and hood and put them on one by one, and put on the toad glasses he had stolen on the Johnston.

Before putting on the trousers, he wisely cut off the trousers below the knees with a gravity knife.

By the time he got dressed again and hung a 1911 pistol on his waist, the two prisoners on the boat next door had already been untied from the ropes that bound their hands. Listening to what Captain Evans said, it seemed that

The position at the bow of the ship was assigned to the two prisoners.

He naturally knew the purpose of Captain Evans's arrangement. He asked him to bring all the supplies to this relatively safer inflatable life raft. Firstly, it allowed the two prisoners who had regained their freedom to live in peace with everyone.

Living together, and secondly, I was worried that I couldn't help but kill them both.

Looking up at the awning built with a parachute, Weiran raised his telescope and looked at the calm sea around him. Unfortunately, wherever he looked, except for the occasional frigate bird flying by, he couldn't see anything else at all.

living creature or any man-made thing.

"You can see quite clearly in this mirror." Wei Ran weighed the heavy telescope in his hand, and finally put it into the telescope box hanging on his waist.

Under the cover of the parachute cloth and the thermal bucket floating between the two boats, Wei Yan took out the oil bucket filled with hot cocoa from the metal book and prepared to make himself a cup of hot drink and start a small stove.

However, when he took out the oil barrel that was supposed to be boiling hot, he was stunned. This oil barrel, which had a capacity of 20 liters, was made of titanium alloy, and was obviously filled with hot cocoa. It was so light that it had no weight at all!

After coming back to his senses, Wei Ran immediately opened the lid of the oil drum and even took out a flashlight and put it towards the mouth of the oil drum.

"I...I fucked your uncle..."

Wei Ran looked at the empty oil drum with a livid face. Not to mention hot cocoa, it was so clean that you couldn't even smell the hot cocoa! In fact, he had no doubt that this oil drum had been filled with cocoa.

There might not even be bacteria there before you open it!

With a "pop!" sound, Wei Ran fastened the lid and hurriedly took out the other two oil barrels and opened them one by one.

As expected, the two oil drums are still empty. The water that was originally loaded on the boat is gone, and the fruits that were packed in with the water are also gone. However, the lid of one of the oil drums is still defiantly stained with

A piece of mango pulp the size of a fingernail!

"You are so cruel..."

Wei Ran gritted his teeth and rubbed the tattoo on his left hand while putting away the three unsightly titanium alloy oil drums.

Unwilling to give up, he took out the British P44 kettle filled with hot oil from the metal book. Fortunately, the heavy weight finally gave him a glimmer of hope.

I carefully unscrewed the cap and found that the hot oil that I poured in had already solidified into lumps, but fortunately, there was still only a drop of it.

While he was worrying about gains and losses, Hawkes on the next boat had already opened the survival can that Sterling had stuffed into the sailor's bag a long time ago, took out a roll of green canvas fishing gear bag, opened it, and skillfully opened it.

He hung it on his chest, then took out fish hooks one by one, hung the human flesh that Wei Ran had cut off not long ago, and hung it into the water from the other side of the traffic boat away from Wei Ran.

Hawks was not the only one who was also busy fishing, even the two captains and the two prisoners were not idle.

Except for the listless moose, the five people on the traffic boat all held fishing lines in their hands and lay on the side of the boat with their backs to the fire, staring intently at the sea. Apparently, they seemed to have reached a certain agreement to survive together.
Chapter completed!