At noon that day, Ron woke up. When he opened his eyes, there was a blur at first, and then as his vision gradually recovered, he finally recognized the white flowers in front of him as the ceiling of the pilot's quarters that he was already familiar with had grown a circle of black mold due to the resurgence of moisture. There was also a warm, slightly salty sea breeze through the half-open window and onto his face.

"Are you awake?" A voice came.

"I'm hungry." Ron muttered.

After drinking a bowl of gruel, (which was requested by Ron himself, he knew that his current condition, especially the condition of his digestive system was not very good) from the others, Ron learned some not-so-good, even very bad, news:

The last evacuees, including General MacArthur and his party, left the base just last night in a B17 bomber. The rest of the people no longer have any means of retreat and no plans. Their only plan now was to surrender to the Japanese, hoping that the Japanese would follow Geneva and provide them with more humane treatment. But Ron knew that there was no Geneva in the eyes of the Japanese, and that countless accounts of later generations referred to the heinous crimes committed by the Japanese against prisoners of war. And one of them, the Bataan Death March, was about to happen to them.

"No, I wasn't born in this era to provide the Japanese with raw materials to practice beheading or assassination." Ron thought to himself, "I have to get out!" ”

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"So, you're ready to surrender to the Japanese?" Ron glanced around at everyone, there were not many people who were familiar with Ron in the base in the past, they were either killed in battle or withdrawn, and the remaining unlucky people who were more familiar with Ron were now basically concentrated in Ron's room, including Tom and Calus, who were engaged in ground crew, Pato, who was in charge of the commissioning of airborne weapons, and two local natives - Ron's orderly Marcos and his younger brother Kodis.

"What else can be done?" Pato said dejectedly: "We have no backup, no heavy weapons, no troops, nothing ......"

"I hope that the Japanese are civilized people...... But I've heard...... They will shoot the captives...... I don't know......" Carlaus' words are filled with fear of an unknown future.

"Wouldn't it? They should be in accordance with the Geneva Conventions...... My former neighbors were Japanese, and they were all very kind. Carlaus said.

"This is an opportunity, if I were alone, maybe I wouldn't be able to do anything, but if I could mobilize them, maybe ......" Thinking like this, Ron spoke: "I have to say, Karlaus, your hopes are probably going to be disappointed, and the fact that the Japanese killed the prisoners is not a rumor, but a fact, and even their tradition. ”

Ron paused for a moment to organize the language, and at the same time to see the reactions of everyone, he saw that with these words, everyone seemed to be more desperate, only Kalaus seemed to want to say something.

"I want to tell you that this is not a rumor, it is a fact that I have seen with my own eyes. Just a few days ago Carreras and I were shot down...... I landed not far from Carreras, he fell and injured his leg while landing, and I saw him caught by the Japanese......" Ron's voice stopped again, as if muffled by some kind of pain and fear. After a long while, he continued to say intermittently, "I see...... I saw two Japanese soldiers stand him up and make him kneel on the ground...... An officer who led the team, with a command knife...... Cut off his head......"

The whole room was eerily silent, and all the people were earthy, and they didn't say a word. In this deathly silence, there seemed to be a hint of something trembling......

Many years later, when Carreras returned 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 will live to this day. And when they learned what happened to them from Carreras, they were all glad they had been deceived.

"How is this possible...... He's just a ...... And then there's the convention......" Calus stumbled and broke the silence.

"There's nothing impossible," Pato interrupted, "don't talk about fucking conventions!" It was reported in the newspapers that they bombed civilians in China and even slaughtered cities in the capital of China! Their officers conduct a killing contest in the capital of China to see who will cut off 100 heads first, as reported in their own newspapers! Even if they wear suits, they are still a bunch of barbarians in their bones! You can ask Marcos and Cordis how common it is to cut off the heads of captives in their tribal wars! ”

"Shut up!" Ron yelled, "We can't scare ourselves to death. We've got to figure it out! And there are civilized people in the East, and 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 this sentence immediately made Pato shut up.

"What else can be done? Let's build our own raft and float to Australia like Robinson? ”

"Seriously," said Caluss, suddenly excited, like a drowning man suddenly grasping at 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 just have to go from island to island, day and night, if we are lucky......"

"If there was no war, it would not be impossible to build such a raft." Marcos, who had been silent, spoke, "Our tribe can build such a raft from island to island. It's just that now, if such a raft encounters a Japanese warship, it is a dead end. ”

"If you want me to say, we will build a raft, the indigenous style, even if we are unlucky and encounter a Japanese warship, they may not have the heart to care about us, and even if we are really caught, generally speaking, the navy will always treat prisoners more civilized than the army."

"We don't have to use rafts, who knows how to sail? I know there are a couple of sailboats in Cagayan. Tom, the captain of the ground crew, spoke.

"Whoever has a chart, take it and see it...... In fact, even if we don't go to Australia, it's not bad to find an uninhabited island to be Robinson for a few years! ”

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

"I'll drive a fishing boat like this," Mr. Cordis said, "and my brother and I have worked as fishermen." ”

"Why don't we assign the task to ......?"

The next day, a dhow quietly sailed out of the harbor. Head northeast.

There are still fishing boats like this at sea, after all, even if there is a war, fishermen still have to live. At this time, the Japanese were still concentrating on dealing with the US ** team, and they did not have a lot of control over such small fishing boats. After departing from the port, the fishing boats headed northeast. I also encountered several similar fishing boats on the way.

In order to ensure maximum safety, all whites were not allowed to go out of the cabin except for the Marcos brothers, so several Yankees had to huddle in the cramped cabin and play poker boringly. The sun was rising higher and higher, and it was almost noon, and the boat had gone far away, far from the usual fishing area, and now there was no other ship in sight on the vast sea, except for the gentle crashing of the waves against the side of the boat with the breeze. A few unknown seabirds can occasionally be seen flying by in the clear sky. Other than that, the whole world seems to be hidden.

The boat glides on the tranquil sea, the waves rocking the boat rhythmically. Most of the soldiers who had been playing poker for hours were tired, and the feeling of fear, nervousness and excitement that had been mixed with early morning departure had long since disappeared. In the cradle-like boat, several soldiers fell asleep, and like them, Ron felt his consciousness blur, and he knew that he was about to fall asleep.

In a trance, Ron seemed to feel that he had returned to his familiar times, and for a moment, he felt that he had just finished working overtime on a project plan, and he threw himself on the pillow before the sun fully rose, and after a moment of confusion, he had to get up and wash his face coldly, and then handed over the plan to Zou in charge before the morning meeting, and gave the necessary explanations on the key parts. For another moment, he felt as if he had encountered a long holiday during Golden Week, and he was full of thoughts about sleeping until twelve o'clock, but he had to remember in a dazed state that he had promised his girlfriend to accompany her to go shopping in the morning......

In this confusion, Ron felt as if someone had pushed his shoulder, and before he could open his eyes, Ron muttered, "What are you doing, rest days don't make people feel easy." With this muttering, as his eyes slowly opened, those colorful phantoms, what schemes, what shopping streets, and even his girlfriend who was still holding his arm just now, all disappeared at once, only Ron's lips seemed to still have the residual warmth of the sweet kiss in the dream. It took a while for Ron to be convinced that he had just woken up, and not from one dream to another, more bizarre.

But Marcos, who woke him up, didn't bother with his little feelings, and he nervously told the soldiers who had just woken up that a boat appeared in the distance, which seemed to be a Japanese warship.

This news was like a violent northwest wind, which suddenly blew everyone's groggy sleepiness out of the clouds. Everyone was upset, and it was clear that if the Japanese decided to deal with them, it would be only a torpedo boat that could not be dealt with by this fishing boat. Now there seems to be no way but to pray to the various gods. Marcos and other locals stepped out of the cabin and acted as if they were busy fishing, trying to blind the approaching Japanese warship.

A Japanese destroyer passed by the small fishing boat, and it was clear that the Japanese were not familiar with the traditional fishing area of the local fishermen. Therefore, there was no loophole that the fishing boat appeared in a position where it should not be, it just drove proudly past the small fishing boat that was only about ten meters long, and the arrogant sailors on the ship did not even bother to pay attention to the boat. Only the waves from the bow of the ship made the 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 hearts were in their throats, and Ron only felt so thirsty that he touched a kettle with a trembling hand, but he couldn't unscrew the cap for a long time. He looked up and saw that Calus was also staring at him, his face as white as a dead man.

With the violent shaking of the fishing boats, the Japanese warships gradually drifted away and finally disappeared into the sea. Everyone let out a cheer and collapsed on the fishing boat.