As time went by, the sun above our heads gradually began to tilt towards the west, and was eventually completely blocked by the continuous sand dunes, leaving only a red glow on the horizon.
At this time, Wei Ran had already moved to a position where he could see the plane and the survivors, and once again buried himself in the warm sand and waited patiently.
Only a few dozen meters apart, the two survivors had already lit a small bonfire. At this time, they were each holding a German can and eating deliciously. There were even two people sitting under their butts.
Large stacks of gold bricks.
However, not far away from the two of them, the injured navigator reminded helplessly, "You will never get out of this desert by wasting food like this."
"You don't have to worry about this kind of thing"
One of the survivors said impatiently, "If you want to survive, just tell us which direction to go. For the sake of the gold, we will definitely come to rescue you as soon as possible after we are rescued."
"You'd better kill me"
The navigator's voice became louder, "I won't tell you which direction to go unless you take me away with you."
"Your waist is hurt"
Another survivor reminded with a cold face, "We simply can't take you hundreds of kilometers, so Mr. Navigator, it is most correct to tell us which direction to go before dawn to find the Egyptian oasis."
It's your choice, as long as we are saved, we will definitely come back to save you for the gold."
"I would have died of thirst by then, so we might as well die here together."
The navigator responded with a sneer, "Before the plane prepared to make an emergency landing, I had already used the radio to call for help. Gentlemen, you don't have much time."
"Mr. Navigator," the survivor who spoke first put the can in his hand aside, picked up a submachine gun and pointed at the iron barrel not far away and said, "Look, we only have two barrels of fresh water and 10 cans in total. So.
Well, how about we leave you half of the fresh water and four cans? Let’s also leave you the four full bottles of water.”
"This is not okay!"
Before the navigator could speak, another survivor said nervously, "No one of these is enough for us, how come..."
"Bang!" Before he could finish speaking, the survivor who had just proposed pulled the trigger of the submachine gun without any warning!
"Plop"
Seeing his former companions fall into a bonfire made of aviation gasoline mixed with yellow sand, the last remaining survivor pointed his gun at the navigator, "There is enough water now, Mr. Navigator."
, a large bucket of water plus four kettles and five cans, how about you help me point out an escape direction?
Since you have already used the radio to call for help, someone will definitely come to rescue you. As long as you save some water and cans, it should be enough for you to hold on until then." At this point, the survivor patted the bottom of his butt.
Gold Bricks, "I only need to take away two bricks."
"You'd better kill me directly." The navigator was particularly tough. "Either take me with you or die here together."
“No need to rush into making decisions”
As he spoke, the remaining survivor had already picked up the uneaten cans of his companion who was killed by his own hands and sent them to the navigator, "Eat something first, you will definitely change your mind after daybreak.
"
Hearing this, the navigator simply closed his eyes, as if he was at the mercy of others.
Upon seeing this, the surviving man simply threw the can in his hand onto the yellow sand, turned around and walked towards the corpses not far away, found a few belts, and tied the navigator firmly to a raised part of the wreckage of the plane.
On the landing gear.
However, before he could say any more cruel words, a cold P38 pistol was pressed against the back of his head.
"I knew you Jews couldn't be trusted."
As Felix spoke, he used his gun to push the survivor back a few steps away from the tied up navigator.
"Felix...Captain Felix."
The survivor who raised his hands looked a little more panicked and explained palely, "I'm getting ready... getting ready..."
"Bang!"
Felix raised his fist and punched the survivor in the face, then kicked him hard in the stomach.
It was only then that he casually picked up the submachine gun that the opponent had just dropped, and then untied the tied up navigator.
"I thought you were going to run away," the navigator said while flexing his wrist.
"I parachuted away just to ensure that someone could survive, so that the goods would not be lost in the desert."
Felix said, having handed the submachine gun he had just picked up to the navigator, turned his back and walked towards the survivor who was clutching his stomach and wailing, and asked, "How is your situation? Can you still leave?"
"
"not too good"
The navigator replied while checking the bullets in the submachine gun, "I have no feeling below the waist. I'm afraid I can't leave here."
"Don't worry, I will take you back."
Before he finished speaking, Felix raised his foot and kicked the survivor's butt hard, "If you don't want to die, get up quickly."
Upon hearing this, the survivor immediately staggered to his feet.
"Everyone else is dead?" As Felix spoke, he had already walked to the corpses not far away, "Why is there one missing?"
"Stuck in quicksand," the prisoner replied with a grin.
"Go and remove the chairs in the cabin," Felix gave the order casually, and at the same time raised the P38 pistol again.
Under Felix's coercion and surveillance, the survivor got into the cabin obediently and used a wrench to remove the long chair next to the bulkhead.
"Move down all those gold bricks. If you can't move the whole box, just take them apart and move them piece by piece." Felix issued the order again, "I believe you will not refuse this job."
"Can...can I survive?" the survivor asked bravely.
"That will be decided by the military court after you go back."
Felix paused for a moment, "Of course, if your performance is good enough and you can help us get out of here alive, maybe I can forget what happened during the day today."
"Really?" the survivor asked suspiciously.
"Mr. Leon"
Felix's tone was both formal and helpless, "If we want to leave the desert alive, we need Maurice to help us identify the direction. But obviously, I can't take him away by myself. What about you? Don't you want to survive?
?"
"I..." The survivor named Leon saw that Felix had put away his gun. After hesitating for a moment, he finally walked into the cabin and removed the bench inside.
"What are you going to do?" the navigator named Morris asked hoarsely.
"Of course it's to survive."
As he spoke, Felix had already taken off the water bottle from his waist and opened it to the navigator's mouth. "As long as there is another sandstorm like the one encountered when taking off, this plane may be blown somewhere. The cargo inside
They will definitely be lost. Even if we go back alive, we will probably be shot. So we have to put them in a safe enough place."
"A safe enough place?" Navigator Morris only drank a sip of water, and the former stingily put away the water bottle.
"Save your drink, it may take us a long time to leave the desert alive."
Felix put away the kettle, raised his finger and pointed in the direction and said, "There is a stone mountain less than ten meters high less than two kilometers away in that direction. Let's put the goods there for the time being. Even if the plane is blown away
It doesn’t matter.”
"Where is he?" Navigator Morris asked, pointing to the survivor Leon who was still carrying gold bricks.
"Calm down Mr. Navigator"
Felix pressed down the other person's arm, "Even if you want to kill him, I won't agree to it. Do you plan to take you out of the desert on my own? Even if he needs to be tried, it will be after he leaves the desert."
Hearing this, Morris looked down at his legs and the stench that seemed to permeate his pants due to incontinence, and finally nodded.
Seeing this, Felix patted the former's shoulder and said, "I'll go and put the weapon away for you to take care of, and then I'll help you change into a pair of clean pants."
"Thank you...thank you" the navigator replied almost murmuring to himself.
Soon after, Felix piled all the submachine gun magazines he had picked up next to the navigator Morris, then took out a pair of clean pants from the suitcase and carefully helped him change into them.
By the time he finished his work, Leon, the other survivor, had already moved out the fourth box.
"Give you ten minutes to rest."
Felix said while scrubbing the feces and urine on his hands with sand, "Ten minutes later, take Brick and go with me."
"I...can I have a drink of water?" Leon asked breathlessly.
"When you move all the gold in the cabin to the designated location, you can get a full jug of fresh water." Felix said in a calm tone, "You can't drink a drop of water until you complete this job.
.”
"Move to where?" Leon asked as he struggled to get up.
"I'll take you there"
Felix pointed to the long chair that the former had just dismantled, then took out a parachute rope from his parachute bag and handed it over, "Put the box containing the gold bricks on the chair and pull it away with the rope.
.”
Leon took the paracord and looked at Felix, who had already put his hand on the holster. In the end, he had no choice but to follow the other party's request and tie the wooden box containing gold to the inverted chair.
Each of these wooden boxes is not big, and there are only five gold bricks weighing 10 kilograms each. But transporting four full boxes of gold totaling 200 kilograms at once is still not an easy task.
Watching Leon and Felix drag the gold box away with chairs one after another, Wei Ran, who had been watching secretly, hesitated for a moment, and finally moved his body carefully, separated from the two of them by two sand dunes.
A short distance away, he hid in the shadows and followed cautiously.