Sterling's voice could hardly make any sound, but he still held on to the fishing line in his hand.

After reacting for a while, Wei Ran randomly wrapped the silk umbrella cloth around his hand twice, helped him grab the fishing line and started to pull it up.

However, the strength of this fish was surprisingly strong. Not only did the two of them fail to pull it up, but even the two boats tied together seemed to have almost been pulled away!

"We need help!"

Wei Ran shouted hoarsely, and at the same time he stepped on the side of the boat with both feet, using his own weight to prevent the fishing line from loosening.

Soon, the moose, which had been having a fever, grabbed Wei Ran's belt from behind. Then, Evans blew the whistle and moved over as quickly as possible to grab the moose's belt.

"Akira! Come help!" Evans turned around and shouted, but the hoarse voice was not even as loud as Splash's voice.

Akira also reacted for a while, then crawled over and grabbed Evans' belt.

"Plop! Plop!"

Amidst the continuous sound of falling into the water, Hawks and the young pilot in the life raft also flipped into the sea. Gritting their teeth and relying on the little strength left, they swam towards the catch caught by the fishhook.

"Pfft! Pfft!"

After two gunshots came from underwater, the surface of the sea was dyed red with blood. At the same time, Wei Ran and Sterling also clearly felt that the power that was stalemate with them disappeared, and the fishing line also

It can be taken back reluctantly.

"Du—! Du—! Du—!"

Captain Evans summoned up all his strength to blow the sailor's whistle in his mouth over and over again. His eyes were always staring at the water. At the same time, he pressed the unreliable whistle on his chest with his hand without leaving any trace.

The southern pistol is ready to shoot at any time!

"Wow!"

With the splashing water, the pilot floated up first and lay down exhausted on the rafter made of paddles between the two boats.

Almost at the same time that Captain Evans pulled out his pistol with all his strength, Hawks' head emerged from the water in another splash. "Quick! Come up!"

Evans quickly put the pistol back into the holster on his chest, and reached out to the outside of the boat with Akira behind him.

Hawks and the young pilot looked at each other, held on to the rafters and floated to the side of the traffic boat little by little, letting Evans and Akira pull them onto the traffic boat respectively.

At almost the same time, Wei Ran and Sterling, with the help of Sailor Moose, struggled to pull up their only catch for more than half a month - it was a bomb fish, a bomb with a body length of 70 centimeters.

fish!

Seeing this big fish with a bullet in its head, everyone on the boat was stunned, and then subconsciously looked at Hawks and the young pilot who were leaning on the side of the boat and gasping for air.

"It's...it's him"

Hawkes pointed to the pilot sitting opposite with his left hand that was not strapped with a pistol, "The first shot I fired didn't hit it. It was the fish he hit."

"It just happened to swim past my hand, and it hit my pistol on its own."

After the pilot finished speaking, he first looked at Akira, then at Evans and even Wei Ran and others, and subconsciously raised the 1911 pistol still strapped to his hand.

"Why don't we wait until we have enough food to confront this matter?"

Evans used his injured left hand to gently press down the weapon that the opponent was about to raise, but his eyes were looking at Akira.

Seeing Akira looking at Wei Ran, Evans also looked at Wei Ran. After hesitating for a moment, he asked, "Medic, how about we cease fire first?"

Almost subconsciously, Wei Ran thought of Konon, the only Soviet in the hunter's cabin shrouded in the snowstorm in Finland.

Unexpectedly, I encountered a similar situation...

Wei Ran sighed secretly. He would not sympathize with the two pilots, let alone become friends with them. But now it is obvious that everyone on this ship needs a relatively peaceful environment, and they need to find a solution as soon as possible.

Replenish energy for dry body.

What's more important is that Evans and others are not Chinese after all. There is no need for them to remain hostile to the two pilots. They can completely become friends with the help of this rare catch.

After hesitating for a moment, Wei Ran said, "Give me a piece of meat and I'll eat it on the life raft."

Evans opened his mouth, looked at each other and Akira, and finally nodded, agreeing with Wei Ran's somewhat stubborn decision.

Taking out a thick folding knife from his survival bag, Hawkes swallowed his saliva, disembowelled the plump shellfish, drained the blood and cleaned it, then cut off a piece of fleshy red fish meat as big as his fist and packed it

He put it into a kettle and cup and handed it to Wei Ran.

"You guys eat it"

Wei Ran said, taking another bottle of water from his waist and placing it on the thermal bucket, "This is the last water, you can allocate it among yourself."

"Wait a moment"

Evans grabbed Wei Ran and opened the lid of the thermos bucket with his own hands. "I suggest that everyone put all their weapons in the thermos bucket! After we had a full meal, we tied the thermos bucket between the two boats.

How about on the rafters?”

As he spoke, Evans first pulled out the Southern pistol from his chest, pulled out the magazine, ejected the bullets from the chamber, and put the magazine and gun into the thermal bucket.

Without hesitation at all, Captain Sterling pulled out the ax belonging to Captain Evans from his waist and put it into the thermal bucket. Hawks even untied the 1911 pistol tied to his hand in advance, ejected the bullet and threw it in.

A thermos bucket.

Akira glanced at Wei Ran, hesitated for a moment, and then winked at its companion.

Upon receiving the signal, the young pilot immediately took off the pistol strapped to his hand, shiveringly removed the bullet and threw it into the thermal bucket. Then he took out the machete on his back and put it into the thermal bucket.

Seeing everyone watching, Wei Ran pulled out the revolver on his chest, ejected the bullets in the cylinder one by one, and let them clang to the bottom of the barrel.

"Clang!"

Letting the revolver, which had lost its threat, be thrown into the heat preservation barrel, Wei Yan also climbed out of the traffic boat alone, holding the steel cup filled with fish in one hand, and holding on to the rafter with the other, he climbed onto the life raft with difficulty.

Glancing at Akira who was already cutting up the fish on the transport boat, Wei Ran couldn't help but shake his head. He himself didn't know whether his persistence was meaningful.

But his experiences in Teng County, Baiyangdian, and Yeren Mountain made him

I simply couldn't accept the possibility of sitting and eating with those two Japs.

In these days, he was able to miss one opportunity after another without killing the two Japs, which was the biggest compromise he and Metal Book had reached.

It was due to his persistence that these shipwrecked people returned to their original appearance at this time - Wei Ran sat alone on the life raft like a bystander, while the others returned to the traffic boat again, sharing food and sharing.

Tobacco, try to become friends with each other.

Gently pulling up the umbrella cloth to protect the sun, Wei Ran took out his camera bag, picked up the camera and tried his best to be objective, and secretly pressed the shutter towards the people on the traffic boat.

Putting away his camera bag again, he turned his back to the people on the boat, took out the thermal bucket filled with rainwater, first filled the empty water bottle in his waist, and then luxuriously washed the fish he had just received.

Fastening the lid and tipping the oil drum down to use as a chopping board, he also had a paratrooper gravity knife in his hand.

Patiently, he cut the red fish into thin slices and stuffed it into his mouth. Wei Ran chewed it slowly, resisting Yu Wang's desire to swallow it immediately.

It wasn't until the fish meat in his mouth was completely chewed that he slowly swallowed it, and after waiting for a moment, he took a small sip of water, then cut off the second piece and stuffed it into his mouth.

Compared to his side who chewed slowly to prevent indigestion, the people on the transport boat were much more generous. Each of these people held a piece of fish as big as a fist and ate it with big mouthfuls, sucking the juice in the fish.

, but at the same time, they also made a tacit agreement not to touch the half pot of precious fresh water that Wei Ran put down.

When Wei Ran patiently finished the fish he was given and drank less than half a glass of water, everyone on the other boat had already lit their cigarettes and sat in tacit understanding at the bow or stern of the boat, separated from each other.

Holding the bulging jib in the middle, I stared at the sunset in the distance in a daze.

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! After filling his stomach with fresh fish and having enough rest, Hawks took the initiative to do the surgery and give the remaining fish to everyone including Wei Ran as fairly as possible

They all divided into pieces the size of duck eggs, and then used the young pilot's sailor knife that originally belonged to him to chop up the remaining fish heads and internal organs to make fish bait.

After the bait was launched into the water with the hook, the insulated bucket filled with weapons was tied to the rafter between the two boats by the well-fed Hawks and the young pilot, and was set adrift with the current.

Although there was no need to use weapons to confront each other that night, the night sky was still as starry as before, and there was no sign of rain at all.

Wei Ran did not return to the traffic boat, but lay down in the hammock still attached to the life raft. Even everyone in the traffic boat held a fishing line all night long, trying to catch something more.

Share the catch.

For both Wei Ran and the people on the other boat, the devoured bomb fish actually provided enough life-saving energy for everyone.

Wei Ran could even hear in the darkness of the night that everyone on the opposite boat was chewing the fish meat that was given to him for the second time just like he was.

However, when the time came early the next morning, Vice Captain Sterling blew the silver sailor's whistle that belonged to him before Wei Ran woke up.

Opening his eyes subconsciously, he had just lifted the umbrella cloth to protect the sun, and immediately saw Sterling on the traffic boat opposite waving frantically at him.

Without any time to think, Wei Ran immediately flipped into the sea and swam across while holding on to the rafters!

"What's wrong?" Wei Ran asked hoarsely, but his eyes subconsciously looked at Sailor Moose who was leaning on Captain Evans' arms! "The moose is dead."

Captain Evans, whose eyes were blank, said in a hoarse voice, "He said that he was very grateful for the bottle of beer you gave him before, and he was also grateful for being able to fill his stomach with fresh fish yesterday. He was already satisfied.

Finally he no longer has to go hungry to see God."

With the help of Hawks and Sterling, he climbed onto the transport boat and stumbled to the side of Sailor Moose.

He gently touched the opponent's neck. Sailor Moose's skin was still warm, but his pulse was gone.

"He...did he have any last wishes?"

Wei Ran asked hoarsely, these days, there is a lack of water and food, so we must always be vigilant.

The enemy, and even the other party's injuries and hoarseness caused by thirst, left them with no chance or inclination to chat.

In fact, besides knowing that Moose's grandfather and father were both Japanese convicts and that he was a mulatto serving as an Indian on the Johnston, he didn't even know his original name!
To be continued...