At noon that day, Ron woke up. When he opened his eyes, he was blurry for a while, and then as his vision gradually recovered, he finally recognized that the white patches in front of him were the familiar ones in the pilot dormitory that had been born due to returning to Chaos.

There was a circle of black mold on the ceiling. There was also a warm and slightly salty sea breeze blowing through the half-open window and blowing onto his face.

"Are you awake?" a voice came over.

"I'm very hungry." Ron murmured.

After drinking a bowl of gruel (this was Ron's own request, he knew that his current situation, especially the condition of his digestive system was not good), Ron learned some not so good things from other people, even...

Very bad news:

The last group of evacuees, including General MacArthur and his party, left the base on a B17 bomber just last night. The remaining people have no means or plan to retreat. Their only plan now is to surrender to the Japanese and

It was hoped that the Japanese would act in accordance with the Geneva and provide them with more humane treatment. But Ron knew that the Japanese did not have any Geneva in their eyes. Numerous records from later generations mentioned Japan's treatment of prisoners of war.

They committed heinous crimes. And one of them, the Bataan Death March, was about to happen to them.

"No, I am not reborn in this era to provide the Japanese with raw materials for practicing beheading or assassination." Ron thought secretly, "I must escape!"

"So, everyone is ready to surrender to the Japanese?" Ron looked around at everyone. There were not many people who were familiar with Ron in the base in the past. They either died in the battle or evacuated. The remaining ones

The unlucky guys who are familiar with Ron are basically concentrated in Ron's room now. There are Tom and Karaus who work on the ground, Pato who is in charge of debugging airborne weapons, and two local natives--Ron

The orderly Marcos and his brother Cordis.

"What else can we do?" Pato said frustratedly: "We have no backup, no heavy weapons, no troops, nothing..."

"I hope the Japanese are civilized people... But I heard... they would shoot the prisoners... I don't know..." Karaus's words were full of fear for the unknown future.

"No? They should follow the Geneva Convention... My former neighbors were from Japan, and they were very kind." Karaus said.

"This is an opportunity. If I am alone, I may not be able to do anything, but if I can mobilize them, maybe..." Thinking like this, Ron spoke: "I have to say, Karaus, you have a lot of hope.

It’s going to come to nothing. The matter about the Japanese killing prisoners is not a rumor, but a fact, and even their tradition.”

Ron paused for a moment, organized his words, and also looked at everyone's reactions. He saw that with these words, everyone seemed to be more desperate, and only Karaus seemed to want to say something.

"I want to tell you that this is not a rumor, it is a fact that I saw with my own eyes. Just a few days ago Carreras and I were shot down... My landing place was not far from Carreras.

He broke his leg, and I saw him being caught by the Japanese..." Ron's voice stopped again, as if he was blocked by some kind of pain and fear. After a while, he continued intermittently.

Said: "I saw... I saw two Japanese soldiers picked him up and made him kneel on the ground... an officer leading the team used a command knife... to chop off his head..."

The whole room was eerily quiet, and everyone had pale faces and said nothing. In this deathly silence, something seemed to be trembling...

Many years later, when Carreras came back alive from the prisoner of war camp, everyone present on that day sighed: Ron's acting skills are definitely Oscar-level. Of course, not many people can survive to this day. And when

After they learned what happened to them from Carreras, they were all glad that they had been deceived.

"How is this possible... He is just a person... Besides, there is a contract..." Karaus stumbled and broke the silence.

"There is nothing impossible about this," Pato interrupted, "Stop mentioning the fucking convention! Newspapers reported that they bombed civilians in China and even massacred cities in the capital of China! Their officers carried out massacres in the capital of China.

The killing competition to see who can chop off 100 heads first was reported in their own newspaper! Even if they put on suits, these Orientals are still a bunch of barbarians at heart! You can ask Marcos and Cordis,

In their tribal wars, it was so common to chop off the heads of captives!"

"Shut up!" Ron yelled, "We can't scare ourselves to death. We have to find a way! And there are also civilized people in the East. My friends Marcos and Cordis are civilized people who are fighting for God and justice!

"

Obviously, this period of fighting has made Ron's prestige among everyone much higher, and these words immediately made Pato shut up.

"What else can we do? Let us build our own raft and float to Australia like Robinson Crusoe?"

"Seriously," Karaus suddenly became excited, like a drowning man suddenly grabbing a straw, "It's not impossible, it's not typhoon season, and we don't have to sail long distances from here all the way to Australia.

, there are countless small islands, we only need to go from one island to another, staying day and night, if we are lucky..."

"If there had been no war, it would not be impossible to build such a raft." Marcos, who had been silent, said, "Our tribe can build such a raft to go from one island to another. But now, if such a raft encounters

Japanese warships are a dead end."

"If you ask me, let's build a raft, indigenous style. Even if we are unlucky and encounter a Japanese warship, they may not have the intention to care about us. And even if we are really caught, generally speaking, the navy always treats prisoners the same way.

It’s more civilized than the army.”

"We don't have to use a raft. Does anyone know how to sail? I know there are several sail fishing boats in Cagayan." Tom, the captain of the ground team, spoke up.

"If anyone has a chart, let's take a look... Actually, even if we don't go to Australia, it would be good to find an uninhabited island and be Robinson Crusoe for a few years!"

"The top priority is to prepare supplies, control the ship, and find a more professional sailor!"

"I can drive a fishing boat like this," Cordis said. "My brother and I have both been fishermen."

"How about we allocate the tasks..."

The next day, a single-masted fishing boat quietly sailed out of the port and headed northeast.

There are still fishing boats like this on the sea. After all, even if there is a war, fishermen still have to live their lives. At this time, the Japanese are still concentrating on dealing with the US military and cannot manage many small fishing boats like this.

After setting off from the port, the fishing boat headed northeast. We also encountered several similar fishing boats on the road.

In order to ensure maximum safety, except for the Marcos brothers, all white people were not allowed to leave the cabin, so a few Americans had to huddle in the narrow cabin and play poker out of boredom. The sun was rising higher and higher, and the time had passed.

At nearly noon, the boat has gone far away from the general fishing area. Now no other boats can be seen on the vast sea. Only the waves gently slap the side of the boat with the breeze, making a swishing sound.

.In the clear sky, you can occasionally see a few unknown seabirds flying by. Other than that, the whole world seems to have disappeared.

The ship was gliding on this quiet sea, and the waves were rocking the ship rhythmically. Most of the soldiers who had been playing poker for several hours were tired, and the feeling of fear, nervousness and excitement when setting off early in the morning had long since

Disappeared. In this boat that was rocking gently like a cradle, several soldiers fell asleep one after another. Like them, Ron also felt that his consciousness was blurring. He knew that he was about to fall asleep.

.

In a daze, Ron seemed to feel that he had returned to the era he was familiar with. For a moment, he felt that he had just worked the night shift to finish a project plan, and threw himself on the pillow before the sun fully rose. He was dazed for a while, and then

He had to get up and wash his face with cold water, and then hurriedly handed the plan to Zou Chu in charge before the morning meeting, and gave necessary explanations on the key parts. For a while, he felt as if he had encountered a Golden Week holiday, and he was full of heart.

I thought about sleeping until twelve o'clock, but I had to remember in my dizziness that I promised my girlfriend that I would go shopping with her in the morning...

In this confusion, Ron felt as if someone pushed his shoulder. Before he could open his eyes, Ron muttered: "What are you doing? Taking a break doesn't let people relax." Then.

With this muttering, as his eyes slowly opened, those colorful phantoms, plans, shopping streets, and even his girlfriend who was holding his arm just now, all suddenly disappeared, leaving only

Ron's lips seemed to still have the residual warmth of the sweet kiss in his dream. It took a while for Ron to be sure that he had just woken up and not entered another more bizarre dream from one dream.

But Marcos, who woke him up, had no intention of caring about his little feelings. He nervously told the soldiers who had just woken up that a ship appeared in the distance, which seemed to be a Japanese warship.

This news was like a strong northwest wind, blowing everyone's sleepiness away from the sky. Everyone became uneasy. Obviously, if the Japanese decided to deal with them, even if it was just a piece of cake.

The torpedo boat is not something this fishing boat can deal with. Now there seems to be nothing left except praying to various gods. Marcos and other locals walked out of the cabin and pretended to be busy fishing, trying to deceive the approaching Japanese.

warship.

Passing by the small fishing boat was a destroyer of the Japanese army. Obviously, the Japanese army was not familiar with the traditional fishing areas of local fishermen. Therefore, there was no loophole that the fishing boat appeared in a place where it should not have appeared. It was just

It proudly sailed past the small fishing boat, which was only about ten meters long. The arrogant sailors on the ship didn't even bother to pay attention to the boat. Only the waves raised by the bow made the small boat shake violently.

The people in the cabin could not see the situation outside and could only hear the sound of the motors of the Japanese warships. Everyone's heart was in their throats. Ron felt very thirsty. He touched it with trembling hands.

He was holding a kettle, but he couldn't unscrew the cap for a long time. He raised his head and saw Karaus staring at him, his face as white as a dead man.
Chapter completed!