"Phil!"

Wei Ran waved to the other party equally enthusiastically, then took his bag and pushed the door open to get out of the car.

"Come to the second floor! I've already booked a room for you." Phil stuck his head and shouted, "Is the young man next to you your companion?"

"Be my guide"

Wei Ran raised his head and responded, then took out his wallet, pulled out another mark and handed it to Hans, who had just paid the fare, "Let's find a room for ourselves with the boss, and get three breakfasts."

"Leave it to me, sir!" Hans responded as he took the money and enthusiastically helped Wei Ran open the hotel door.

Leaving Hans to check in and buy breakfast, Wei Ran carried a few luggage upstairs and met Phil, who had already walked to the stairs to greet him.

"Captain Victor, long time no see! I've been waiting for you these two days."

Before the unshaven Phil finished speaking, he had already given Wei Ran a warm bear hug that smelled of alcohol and tobacco, "Since we were rescued that time, you were transferred to North Africa. We finally meet again after so many years.

"

"yes!"

Wei Ran patted the other party's back equally hard, "Phil, it's true that we haven't seen each other for a long time, but no matter what, we all lived until the end of the war."

"This is probably the only thing worth celebrating." When Phil said this, his body trembled involuntarily.

Wei Ran, who felt this subtle change, did not rush to ask. He just asked after separating from the other party, "Where is my room? We can't chat at the stairs, right?"

"Come with me!"

Phil immediately greeted him warmly and led Wei Ran to an unlocked room not far away. At the same time, he did not forget to say, "I have been living here waiting for you since I sent you the telegram. Come on first."

Let’s take a room, your room is next to mine, it’s this one.”

As he spoke, Phil knocked on the door of a room he was passing by and asked Wei Ran as he walked towards the room where he lived, "Where is your luggage? Did you bring such a small bag?"

"I'll be here as soon as I receive your telegram."

Wei Ran walked into the room filled with cigar smoke, threw the satchel in his hand onto the sofa by the window and said, "Even for a change of clothes, I only brought a few pairs of underwear and socks."

"Sit down first"

Phil carried the clothes randomly discarded on the sofa to the messy bed, then rummaged in his suitcase and found an iron tube with a leather sheath, opened it, took out a cigar from it and gave it to Wei Ran

, "Mr. Captain, do you remember this cigar tube?"

"Remember, why don't you remember?"

Wei Ran sat down and took the cigar and then the cigar cutter and cypress stick from the other party, "That's the cigar tube of the radio operator Nick. It was found in the mail bag he stole from his girlfriend."

"You have a really good memory."

Phil asked while Wei Ran was lighting up his cigar, "Captain first..."

"Phil" Wei Ran waved his hand, "We are old friends, so call me Victor."

"Okay Victor"

Phil picked up the cigar from the ashtray on the table, took the cypress stick that was still burning in Wei Ran's hand and lit it, and then asked again, "Victor, are you still flying the plane now?"

"there is none left"

Weiyan spewed out a thick blue smoke ball, "I have stopped flying airplanes since the end of the war. Now I am a photographer."

As he spoke, Wei Ran pulled the small bag that had just been thrown to the corner of the sofa, opened it and took out the Robert camera with a wide-angle lens and showed it to the other party, "Look, it's like you are keeping Nick's cigars."

tube, I also keep the camera of the German navigator in the buoy, and I have been using this camera to take pictures of the scenery.”

"I didn't expect you to become a photographer." Phil looked at Wei Ran in shock and surprise, "If you have the chance in the future, you must take some photos for me."

"No problem at all"

Wei Ran smiled and agreed, then asked, "Phil, what about you? Are you still working as a navigator?"

"Navigator? No, no, no, he is no longer a long time ago."

Phil spread his hands, returned the camera to Wei Ran and said, "After the war, I opened a clinic in London."

"Let me guess"

Wei Ran smiled and asked, "Your wife is your assistant nurse? Do you have children now?"

However, as this question was asked, Phil fell into a silence that made Wei Ran uneasy.

"She's dead"

Phil finally sighed and said, "On the night of May 10, 1941, before our child was born, she..."

Seeing Phil covering his face with his hands and crying bitterly, Wei Ran also fell into silence, just smoking the cigar in his hand silently, patiently letting the light blue smoke fill the whole room.

"the second year"

Phil suppressed his inner grief, looked up at the pattern on the ceiling and said, "The year after she left, May 30, June 1 and 25, 1942. My crew participated in the whole process

Thousand plane bombings of Cologne, Essen and Bremen.

I personally dropped those incendiary bombs into the urban areas of those three cities, in the urban areas that seemed to be the most densely populated. Later..."

Phil covered his face with both hands and said hoarsely, "Later, those smoke columns and flames of incendiary bombs became my nightmare. As long as I closed my eyes, those images would appear in my mind again and again.

At present, I wonder if there are women like my wife who died in those cities that were set ablaze by the bombs and incendiary bombs I dropped."

Sniffing hard, Phil looked at Wei Ran with red eyes and smiled sadly, "There must be, right? I guess there must be, there must be many people who lost their lives and family members because of the bombs I dropped.

Like..."

"Clang!"

Before Phil, who was blaming himself, could finish his words, Hans, the thief who had already walked to the door of the room with breakfast, dropped the metal tray in his hand, roared and rushed towards Phil angrily.

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! "Executioner! You executioner!"

The thief Hans, who was grabbed by the quick-eyed and quick-hand Wei Ran, threw him over his shoulder and pinned him to the floor. He struggled hard and cursed loudly in German, "Executioner! You executioner! You blew me up."

Mom and Dad! You killed my brothers and sisters! You murderer! Bah! Kill you! I’m going to kill you!”

As Hans cursed at the top of his lungs, even though Wei Ran had pinned his whole body to the floor, the angry young man still carried out the revenge within his power - spitting on Phil's leather shoes.

"Do you understand English?"

Wei Ran pinned Thief Hans's hands on his lower back and held them down with one hand. At the same time, he took out his pistol again and put it against the back of his head.

"Kill me if you dare!"

The thief Hans no longer looked as weak as he did on the train. He shouted in German, "Shoot! You executioners! Quick! Shoot me! Are you afraid?"

"Young man, the war is over."

Phil suddenly said in German, which he did not know before, "The war is over. You have lost your family and I have lost mine. There are no winners in this war. We all lost. Losing means nothing to us."

Talk about the most important family."

Before he finished speaking, he had already taken out a P38 pistol from his arms, took off the magazine and fumbled in his pocket. He stood up and walked to the suitcase not far away to rummage through it. Finally, he took out a few bullets and reloaded.

Sitting in front of Hans, the thief with a look of hatred on his face, he pressed the bullets into the magazine and into the pistol one by one, and finally pulled the slide with a click to load a bullet.

"Victor, let him go."

While speaking, Phil had already gently pushed Wei Ran away, and then pulled up the thief Hans. When the other party looked slightly stunned, he put the loaded pistol in his hand.

and helped him close his fingers to hold the handle of the gun.

"Come on boy"

Phil helped the other party lift the gun in his hand and put it against his forehead, "You are right, I am indeed an executioner. My crew dropped tons of burning bombs into the city of Bremen."

The bomb burned an unknown number of people to death, and blew up an unknown number of people to death.

So shoot, avenge your parents, brothers and sisters, just pull the trigger. Don’t worry, after you kill me, Victor will help you prove that I accidentally fired the gun and killed me.

my own.

Shoot quickly, young man, if killing me, the executioner, will make you feel better."

After saying this, Phil closed his eyes calmly, and a gentle smile of relief even appeared on his unshaven face.

In contrast, Thief Hans's breathing became heavier and heavier, his hand holding the gun became more and more trembling, and the barrel of the slightly rusty pistol shook more and more.

Finally, as the thief Hans sobbed, the P38 pistol slowly hung down, and finally he threw it on the table with a "clang".

Immediately afterwards, the young man who had just put on new clothes also knelt on the ground and leaned against the corner shaking his shoulders, making the expensive new clothes wet with tears that he thought had dried up long ago.

.

"My wife is dead too"

Phil also sat on the floor leaning against the sofa, "She was already in labor, and then an incendiary bomb hit the roof of the hospital. My parents were also killed in Winchester.

In a red brick building that was just built.

I once vowed to personally deliver bombs to the heads of the Germans so that they could taste the feeling of losing their families. I did it, but the feeling was not pleasant."

In the long silence, the thief Hans stood up unsteadily, wiped away his tears, took a few deep breaths and then said with a forced smile, "You are right, the war is over, I will give it to you again."

You guys buy some breakfast."

After saying that, the young man turned around and walked towards the door, bit by bit picking up the breakfast that he had just overturned.

"Hans"

"Mr. Victor, what are your orders?" Hans, with tears streaming down his face, stood up, turned around and asked.
To be continued...