"He...he wishes to be buried in the dirt."

Captain Evans murmured to himself, "He didn't want to be buried at sea. He wanted to bury himself in the mud. That was his last and only wish."

"He will be buried in the mud." Wei Ran paused and asked, "Mr. Captain, may I know the moose's full name?"

"Benny Muse"

Evans said, "He is from Louisiana, and his last name is muuss, but his idiot recruit company commander deliberately wrote his last name as moose on the pretext that his accent was too strong, and because of his skin color, he deliberately

He was called an elk (specifically an Asian moose), but this honest guy happily accepted the nickname."

"He actually has a very nice voice."

Sterling recalled, "He even organized a small choir with his black friends. Before the war started, he was already preparing for the Christmas performance two months later, which the chief promised to give

His chance to perform."

"He even got an Indian tomahawk tattoo on his arm to thank me for helping him." Evans sighed, "How should I tell his mother this bad news."

"Put him on the life raft," Hawkes suggested. "Warchief, even to bury the moose, we have to find land."

Hearing this, Evans and Sterling looked at each other, ignoring the two silent pilots hiding in the bow, and nodded solemnly.

After helping the moose put on the lifebuoy, Wei Yan and Hawks re-entered the water, and they worked together to drag him to the life raft.

"Hawkes, let me say goodbye to him." Wei Ran wiped the seawater off his face and said.

Hearing this, Hawks opened his mouth, nodded silently, and swam back to the transport boat alone.

On the life raft, Wei Ran, who had his back to them, silently took out his camera bag and, using his body and the flying umbrella cloth as cover, took a photo of the moose to prove his existence.

After putting away his camera bag, he took off a soldier tag from the other person's neck and hung it with his own. Then he tore off a piece of umbrella cloth, carefully wrapped the moose body tightly, and tied it to the life-saving umbrella with an umbrella rope.

The load-bearing net of the raft.

Just as he stood up again, Vice Captain Sterling, who was standing under the simple mast of the Johnston transport boat, also tried to stand up straight, holding the silver sailor's whistle in a standard posture, and drummed

He blew out a long bass with enough strength.
Chapter completed!