At the back of the traffic boat that was blown by the sea breeze, Wei Ran, who was hiding under the umbrella cloth, touched the ribs that were protruding from hunger, then touched the sunken cheeks and the slightly wobbly teeth, and then shivered.

He hurriedly took out the British army kettle filled with grease, used the temples of his sunglasses to dig out a piece of grease the size of his thumb and put it into his mouth. While carefully sipping the grease, he also used the grease to moisten the cracked and exploded

Leather lips.

Without waiting for the greasy and slightly salty grease to completely melt away, he took out his camera bag and, while snoring one after another, put in a new film with difficulty with his trembling hands.

He no longer remembered how many days it had been since he boarded the ship. He only remembered that this was the second time he had changed the film, and there were still two unused films in his camera bag.

When I get back, I want to eat braised pork! Eat pork ribs! Eat pancakes and steamed buns with noodles!

Wei Ran swallowed his saliva and set up a greedy hope for himself. Then he carefully opened the umbrella cloth and took a photo against the fiery red morning glow.

In this photo, Hawkes and the young pilot were sitting at opposite ends of the life raft, with a 1911 pistol tied tightly to their hands with an umbrella cloth that had long been unable to be lifted.

Sitting on the bow of the traffic boat were Captain Akira and Captain Evans. As for the stern, naturally there were Wen Yan, Vice Captain Sterling and Sailor Moose.

He no longer remembered that this was a replacement compromise reached by both parties a few days ago, and the reason for this was just because he, the medic, was too hungry to have enough strength to swim from the ship to the lifeboat six or seven meters away and then climb out.

Went up.

Because of this, Hawks, who did not need treatment, was simply replaced by Captain Evans.

But even so, all Wei Ran can do now is to distribute the few remaining oral medicines to them regularly and quantitatively, or replace the wounds with gauze washed with sea water and dried in the sun.

As for the dressing and the crucial sulfa powder, he had long forgotten that they had been used up a few days ago.

Fortunately, the two captains at the bow and stern of the ship are now in good condition, and Akira also died due to a medical accident artificially caused by the weihan.

Acute dysentery, which should have been cured long ago, was delayed and turned into chronic dysentery.

Unfortunately, Sailor Moose already showed signs of inflammation and low fever, and Wei Ran didn't have many antibiotics in his hands.

He squinted his eyes and looked at the scorching sun above his head, lowered his head and looked at his wrinkled and ulcerated feet, even his legs and arms that were red and peeling from the sun, and finally looked at the bulging triangle sail, Wei Ran

He sighed secretly, took off the kettle, took a sip of the slightly fishy smelling rainwater, and lay down in the cabin again to endure the time.

"Victor...Victor..."

The moose shouted hoarsely, "Water...is there water...is there water?"

"Yes," Wei Ran said, passing his kettle over.

Taking the kettle with difficulty, Sailor Moose carefully took a sip, and then immediately returned the kettle to Wei Ran. However, he did not swallow the water in his mouth in a hurry, but instead used a steel cup to scoop it out of the ship with difficulty.

He poured a tiny sip of sea water into his stomach.

"You can take a sip too," Wei Ran sighed secretly and handed the kettle to Captain Sterling.

"You don't have much water left," Sterling waved his hands tremblingly and refused in a hoarse voice.

"Drink, I still have a jug," Wei Ran said, forcing the jug into the other person's hand.

"I can't remember the first time I've heard you say that," Sterling said hoarsely.

"Drink, there really is another pot."

Wei Ran said, and even helped the other person put the water bottle to his mouth. He was not lying. Now he indeed only had the last pot of water left. As for the oil drum in the metal book, there was only one left.

Less than half a barrel is left in stock.

But now we don’t know when we will be able to reach the shore. Naturally, we have to drink this water sparingly.

Sighing silently, Sterling took a sip of water, tremblingly screwed on the lid, and pointed to Captain Evans sitting at the bow of the ship.

"Do not worry"

Wei Ran took the kettle and helped the boat move over little by little. Under Akira's eyes that seemed to want to eat people, he pulled out the Colt revolver on his chest and handed the kettle to Evans.

.

"How much water do we have left?" Evans asked weakly. "Not much." Wei Ran paused, "Only one pot left."

"How many days is it now?" Evans asked hoarsely as he took a sip of water and returned the kettle to Wei Ran.

"have no idea"

Wei Ran shook his head and looked at the other person's swollen feet, "Take another sip. You are already dehydrated. Wet your legs with sea water later and let them dry before wetting them. It may have some effect."

"I will do this"

Evans glanced at Akira, who had been staring at Weiran's kettle, and finally took another sip of water, then took Weiran's pistol and held it in his hand, while extending his left hand to Weiran.

After untying the gauze and looking at the wound that had grown dead and had its stitches removed, Wei Ran nodded and said, "The recovery is pretty good, but we still have to be careful not to touch the water. We have no more medicines that can be used."

"I'll pay attention"

Evans looked at his left hand, which was missing two fingers, and joked hoarsely, "If I can go back alive this time, I will install an iron hook on my left hand, just like a pirate in the 16th century."

"Put a golden hook on it"

Wei Ran helped the other party bandage the wound and said in a hoarse voice, "It would be best to have a hidden compartment where food and water can be hidden."

"I will find someone to design it carefully," Evans said, moving to the side to make way for Wei Ran.

"It's your turn," Wei Ran said, looking at Akira leaning on the bow of the boat. "Can you give me a bite..."

"No," Wei Ran replied before the other party finished speaking, "We don't have much water either."

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Akira opened his mouth, and after a moment of hesitation, he tremblingly took out his cigarette bag pot from his pocket, "Then, give...give me some

Tobacco, always..."

"What are you going to give in exchange?"

Wei Ran asked while helping the other party treat the wound on his foot, "Akira, there is no friendship between us. To be precise, we are actually enemies, so what do you plan to give in exchange?"

"I..." Akira looked at the gold jewelry on the tobacco bag, "Use...use this piece of gold."

"Forget it if it's gold."

Wei Ran helped the other party change the gauze, stepped back half a meter, and said while washing his hands outside the ship, "Give me Captain Sterling's sailor's whistle or your pistol, and I will not only give you a pack of tobacco, but also

I’ll also give you some water.”

"This is the first time you are willing to break up with me..." "I just don't want you to die so early."

Wei Ran pointed at the two young men on the life raft, "Lest your nephew do anything impulsive out of despair."

"It's day 12"

Akira said suddenly, "We should be closer to Palau than the Philippines now, right?"

"I don't know." Wei Ran shook off the water drops on his hand, "If you don't want to change, just..."

"Searching:

Akira didn't wait for Wei Ran to finish speaking, then untied the umbrella cloth tied to his hands, and dropped the Southern Bastard pistol that was tied to his hands on the floor between the two of them.

"Your kettle," Wei Ran said after a moment of silence.

Hearing this, Akira tremblingly picked up the Japanese officer's kettle beside him and handed it to Wei Ran.

Opening the lid, Wei Ran poured all the water from his own kettle into the other person's pot, stared into the other person's eyes and took a small step back.

Picking up the kettle, Akira tremblingly brought it to his mouth and took a sip, then another, and then a third sip.

After fastening the lid again, he tied the flask to the rope between the two boats, and with all his strength, tremblingly, he blew the sailor's whistle he had snatched from Captain Sterling.

"Du—! Du—! Du—!"

Before the whistle blew, the two young men on the life raft simultaneously raised the

The 1911 pistol on board was aimed at the other party, but their attention was directed towards the direction of the traffic boat.

With difficulty, Akira stretched out the kettle in his hand towards the young pilot, stretched out his hand and pulled the parachute rope between the two boats, sending the kettle over.

Making a drinking gesture towards the young pilot, Akira took off the sailor's whistle around his neck, threw it to the floor with another "clang" sound.

After picking up the whistle and rinsing it in the sea water, Wei Ran handed it and the tortoise box to Captain Evans behind him.

"You win, Akira-san"

Captain Evans shook his head helplessly, "Now we can only hope to reach Palau as soon as possible—if we can find Palau."

"Please, please, please."

Akira first threw a piece of the unique product into his mouth, and then with difficulty he got into a kneeling position and put his forehead on the wet floor.

"us..."

"There is no point in killing him anymore."

Evans shook his head, "Whether we can survive or not depends on where that jib can take us. Victor, save your energy."

"You too," Wei Ran said, and moved back to the stern of the boat little by little.

After completing the daily basic work, Wei Ran wrapped himself in the silk umbrella cloth again and fell asleep again soon after.

After an unknown amount of time, he was awakened by the sound of "dang-dang-dang" knocking. Immediately afterwards, he saw Sterling pulling a fishing line alone, while the sailor moose next to him used a steel helmet to

It hit the engine casing.

"Help! Victor! Help! Fish!"
To be continued...