On the evening when Xia Shushi proved to Mr. Simpson that basically all the descendants of the executioners were dead, the already extravagant dinner was once again upgraded to a higher level under the arrangement of Tang Translator who got the news.
At the very least, there were a lot of large green-lipped abalone and black-lipped abalone on the table, and even the oysters I had eaten before were bigger. Correspondingly, the local specialty kangaroo meat was no longer available.
As for the king crab that girls love to eat, Tang Yi even said that they can eat it as they like.
It's a joke to eat casually. If one person can eat a whole big crab, it's considered a good appetite, not to mention there are so many other delicacies.
With the other party's wholehearted hospitality, everyone was extremely satisfied with the dinner. However, during the dinner, whether it was Wei Ran, Ji Ma or the Katenka sisters, they still maintained the most basic principles of being a little K.
The only reason for their vigilance was to drink a small glass of beer brewed on the farm.
After dinner, a bonfire was lit in the open space outside. The cowboys who were about to go home for Christmas on vacation seemed to have gotten the good news. Taking advantage of the cool weather in the evening and the absence of their boss, they simply held a bonfire carnival.
As expected, this activity attracted everyone's attention. Not long after, Ji Ma pulled Maya up and got in first. Then, before Xia Shushi spoke, Lola also pulled Lu Xinda over to watch the fun.
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"You guys go and play too," Wei Ran supported Suisui and said to the Katenka sisters, "I'll take her back to her room."
Hearing this, the Katenka sisters looked at each other, each carrying a bottle of pretend beer and followed Lola and Lu Xinda.
"Am I the only one left alone?" Xia Shushi looked at the empty group of friends around him and couldn't help but muttered.
“Mr.
As soon as he said these words, Xia Shushi suddenly became interested and followed him towards the lively crowd.
On the second floor of the room, Wei Ran sent Suisui, who was not drinking well, back to the room, and after she fell asleep, he returned to the first floor and looked at the two trench guns side by side and the two
Vintage leather suitcase containing an Owen submachine gun.
Now that Mr. Simpson's trouble has been solved, if the second photo album, which was given to Xia Shushi before the meal, is to be of real value, it is still necessary to find those negatives.
Although those negatives no longer mean much to Mr. Simpson, they are a deadly weapon for the Hella organization and must be obtained.
Obviously, it is undoubtedly the most efficient method to ask Nagatsuka Joeji himself, who took those evil photos, where those negatives were hidden.
After some thought, Wei Ran first took out the disassembled Owen submachine gun from the suitcase stamped with "Hugo Spencer" and assembled it, then picked up the Yinsaka 37 shotgun.
He quietly went upstairs and got into an unused room. After closing the curtains, he placed the two weapons on the table.
This was not over yet, he then opened his briefcase, took out the broken Japanese katana and put it together.
After finally checking the room, Wei Ran, who locked the door, then checked the props that could be taken out of the metal book one after another, and then sat down in front of the three things again.
"Will you be sent to the Sandakan Death March or the Battle of Kokoda Trail? It would be great if you were sent directly to the Nagatsuka Maru whaler..."
Wei Ran took out the metal book while muttering to himself. He gritted his teeth nervously and watched as the book turned page by page, finally stopping at a blank page. Then he watched the metal quill slowly float up,
A picture was drawn on the pale yellow paper.
In this picture, there are two half-figures. The two figures with their backs facing each other. The one on the left carries an Insaka 37 trench shotgun on his shoulder, and the one on the right carries an Owen submachine gun in his hand.
As for the half of the figure behind the two people, it was a headless corpse lying on the ground with only its torso left. There was a broken knife stuck in its chest - just like the one found in the Japanese garden in Kobe.
Same as in those photos.
Seeing this, Wei Ran immediately breathed a sigh of relief. Sure enough, when these three things were put together, he was really sent to the whaling ship!
Under his increasingly brilliant smile, the metal quill brushed down lines of text that made him stop smiling and break into a cold sweat.
Role identity: Machine gunner Victor
Return mission: Kill at least 20 enemies, kill all crew members and blow up the engine, and take at least 10 photos.
Marines? 20 enemies?
Just as Wei Ran was stunned, everything in front of him was replaced by a strong white light. Then he saw that the items that could be used this time not only included Mauser bayonets and titanium alloy pistols, but also items that had hardly been used before.
A great anti-Japanese sword!
Continuing on, pens and the British army kettle that he had just filled with cold beer appeared one after another.
And in the end, what appeared in the white light turned out to be a sailor bag from the USS Johnston and a gas mask bag filled with various small items.
During the slightly long wait, he gradually heard the chirping of insects coming from everywhere around him, and felt the hot, humid and sticky air with the smell of humus that is unique to tropical jungles.
At the same time, he also felt that he seemed to be holding something in his arms. He blinked hard to regain his sight, and he first looked at his surroundings.
Everywhere he looked, there were nothing but trees. At this time, he was huddled together with four strong men with dark skin and curly hair, wearing only khaki canvas skirts, and four other white people, crowded into a room that was only half a meter at most.
In a trench less than 10 meters deep.
Directly in front of the trench is a steep slope, and through the trees that obscure the view, one can clearly hear the gurgling sound of water. Although there is also a tropical jungle behind the trench, the terrain is extremely flat, at least there is not much within the line of sight.
Big climb.
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Just as he was observing his surroundings, the white soldier next to him, who looked to be twenty-three or four years old, asked in a low voice. In his hand, he was also holding a British enamel kettle, and on top of the kettle,
A piece of letter paper folded in half and a pen with a broken nib.
"have"
Wei Ran responded in a low voice, reached into his pocket as a cover, took out a pen from the metal book and handed it to the other party.
"Thanks"
The soldier said and reached out to take the pen, but for a moment he hesitated as if he didn't know what to write. Seeing this, Wei Ran took the time to check his outfit and weapons and equipment.
The news was both good and bad. Although he now held the identity of a machine gunner, he did not hold a machine gun in his arms. Instead, he held an Insaka 37 shotgun.
In fact, not only did he not have a machine gun, but the nine men in this trench, including him, couldn't get a machine gun together, and the only thing that looked like a machine gun was just the canvas bag on his shoulder that was used to equip the gun barrel.
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As expected, there was no spare barrel in the bag. Instead, it contained several boxes of No. 12 shotgun shells, a bottle of Adipin to treat malaria, half a bunch of bananas, two pairs of underwear and four grenades wrapped in socks.
In addition to these messy things, Wei Ran was also wearing a pair of American canvas leggings, a pair of "Bombay bloomer" training trousers with rolled-up legs, and an khaki shirt that was not fully buttoned and exuded a strong smell of sweat.
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Of course, there is also the iconic curled cowboy hat and handkerchief tied around his neck, as well as an English water bottle on his waist and four No. 36 anti-personnel mines on his belt, but other than these, he has nothing else.
Yes.
There was no backpack, no extra food, and no medicine to treat injuries or even prevent mosquitoes.
But looking at the black men wearing canvas skirts, Wei Ran suddenly felt a little more balanced. Apart from a skirt each and a canvas backpack with unknown contents, each of these four old black men only had a machete in their hands.
Or an engineer shovel, and a few disposable ammunition straps hanging crosswise on the chest. Not to mention decent weapons, not everyone even has a kettle.
The other four white men were not much better. They were dressed similarly to me, with each having a disposable ammunition belt on their chest and two to five grenades on their waists.
Three of them were using Lee-Enfield rifles, but the one next to him who was busy writing a letter was using a Sten submachine gun.
In addition to the different weapons, he also had a Japanese-style telescope that was stained with a lot of mud hanging around his neck, and a leather gun holster around his waist with a Browning high-powered pistol in it.
"Hugo, there is movement."
Just when the young man who asked Wei Ran to borrow a pen was just writing the word "dear", a white man holding an Enfield rifle also reminded him in a low voice.
Hearing this, the young man who was about to continue writing immediately returned the pen to Wei Ran. He turned over and leaned his upper body out of the trench. At the same time, he also raised the telescope in his hand. By the way, Wei Ran was able to confirm that this person was the protagonist.
One of Hugo.
After two minutes of observation, Hugo slowly retreated into the trench, made a silent gesture to the left and right, and then slowly pulled out a grenade from his waist and shook it.
Upon seeing this, not only did Wei Ran and another white man whose name he did not know immediately pull out a grenade from his belt, but one of the four old black men also immediately opened his backpack, reached out and took out several grenades from inside.
to the remaining three black men.
As everyone waited quietly, the rustling sounds gradually covered up the sound of gurgling water. Occasionally, commands in Japanese could still be faintly heard.
However, Hugo never issued an order, but waited patiently.
"boom!"
Without any warning, there was an explosion from the direction of the foot of the mountain, followed by screams and the sound of gunfire.
Making a silent gesture to everyone again, Hugo rounded his arms and threw the grenade with the safety pin out.
Before his grenade hit the ground and exploded, the others, including Wei Ran, also threw out the grenades they had prepared!
"Boom boom boom boom!"
Amidst a series of explosions, screams and increasingly fierce gunshots reached everyone's ears.
Almost at the same time as this series of explosions occurred, Hugo had already thrown a second grenade in the direction of the gunfire. Seeing this, everyone immediately took out a second grenade and threw it out.
"Boom boom boom!"
After another series of explosions, bullets from no direction finally hit the vicinity of the trenches, splashing up clouds of soil and breaking unknown shrubs. Soon, accompanied by Japanese shouts, more and more people shouted.
Bullets were also fired.
"ah!"
A soldier who was about to throw the third grenade let out a scream, and the grenade in his hand fell into the trench.
Upon seeing this, a soldier immediately picked it up and threw it out. At the same time as the explosion occurred, he used his body to protect the soldier who had just screamed.
"boom!"
With the explosion of the grenade, a large amount of soil and grass clippings were lifted into the air, and then fell down one after another, hitting everyone on the head.
"Ta-ta-ta!" At this moment, Hugo also extended the submachine gun in his hand outside the trench and started shooting.
Soon, the remaining white soldiers stretched out their weapons from the trenches and started shooting. The four black men, under Hugo's yelling in a dialect that only they could understand, rounded their arms and fired again and again.
Throw the grenade.
Risking a peek, Wei Ran couldn't help but grin. Even though the firefight and screams were so intense, he couldn't see any enemies outside the trenches at all - the vegetation here was too dense, and he couldn't help but grin.
It is estimated that the effective field of view here may not even be 30 meters!
At this moment, Hugo shouted something in dialect again. Two of the indigenous soldiers immediately took off the extra supplies and equipment and handed them to their companions. They each took a few grenades and ducked into the dense forest behind the trench.
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A moment later, the sounds of grenades exploding and continuous firing were heard from both wings of the firefighting position.
Upon seeing this, Hugo decisively issued a retreat order after emptying a magazine. The soldiers in the trench immediately retreated in an orderly manner with the only wounded. By the way, they also shared some of the weapons left by the two indigenous soldiers.
Supplies dropped.
Soon, only Hugo, who was still firing with his submachine gun, and Wei Ran, who only threw two grenades and never fired at all, were left in the trench.
"Walk"
When Hugo emptied the magazine again, Wei Ran immediately threw out a grenade and a stone he had picked up casually.
"Boom!" Almost at the same time as the explosion sounded, the two people immediately jumped out of the simple trench and began to retreat along the footprints left by the people in front.
Not long after, they encountered a white soldier who was setting up mines, and two indigenous soldiers who had been sent out before.
Carefully avoiding the accompanying thunder, the group of five people continued to move forward, speeding up to join the first evacuees. Under the leadership of the two indigenous soldiers, they found a small stream in the forest and stepped on the stones in the stream.
After walking downstream for more than half an hour, we came ashore again and entered the dense forest again.
"How's Neil doing?"
Hugo stopped beside a fallen tropical tree, raised his telescope and observed the surrounding situation and asked.
"My arm was scratched by a stray bullet, it's not a big problem."
The only injured soldier said immediately, but looking at his expression, you knew that even if the shot was not a big problem, it would be enough to cause him pain for a while.
"Let me take a look." As Wei Ran spoke, he walked up to the soldier and helped him check his wounds.
Fortunately, this shot only tore a blood groove as thick as a finger on his arm. But unfortunately, after asking around, he found that nearly a class of people did not even have a roll of gauze.
Can't find any.
"Hold on a little longer"
As Hugo spoke, he had already taken off the handkerchief tied around his neck and helped the injured soldier wrap up the wound on his arm.
"Hugo, when will we find the company?"
A soldier took a sip of fresh water from the stream and asked a question that revealed a lot of key information.
"I don't know." Hugo shook his head. "Now I can only pray that the firefight just now can attract their attention."
After saying that, Hugo sat down next to Wei Ran, took out the kettle and the piece of paper on which he had just written, and borrowed the pen from Wei Ran again. After the "dear" written before the exchange of fire,
Another English name "Miranda" was added.
"Your wife?" Wei Ran asked pretending to be casual.
"right"
As Hugo spoke, he took out a metal cigarette case from his pocket, opened it, and took out a cigarette for Wei to burn. By the way, he showed a photo. In the photo, there was a beautiful girl being held in Hugo's arms.
woman.
He lit the cigarette with the lighter in his hand. Just as Wei Ran was about to say something, Hugo pointed to the shotgun in his arms and asked, "Where did you get this gun from? Are you left-handed?"
"Why did you ask so?"
Weiran deliberately ignored the first issue and focused on the second issue to divert attention.
"I have a good friend"
Hugo took a puff of his cigarette and explained, "He has a younger brother named Karan. That little guy is 14 years old this year. He is left-handed."
"So?" Wei Ran asked confused.
"My friend bought such a trench gun at a high price from an American ground crewman. It is exactly the same as yours. He asked me to help give it to his brother."
Hugo gestured and said, "When a left-hander uses this kind of gun, he doesn't have to worry about being hit by the ejected bullet casing."
"What a good brother. What is your friend's name?" Wei Ran asked deliberately.
"Hannibal, Hannibal Simpson"
Hugo smiled and replied, "He is a rich bastard, and my wife now works on his family's farm."
"Didn't he serve?" Wei Ran asked curiously.
"My unit and his unit surrendered after the Battle of Singapore last year."
Hugo sighed when he said this, "At that time, I happened to go home on vacation and marry Miranda, so I escaped, but Hannibal lost the news."
"He'll be fine," Wei Ran comforted the other person as sincerely as possible, and then changed the topic to another direction.
In the following chats and insinuations, Wei Ran also roughly understood that this was mid-August, the most difficult period of the Battle of Kokoda Trail.
According to Hugo, after the shameful surrender of the 27th Infantry Brigade where he once served, he came to the territory of Papua New Guinea. With his knowledge of some dialects, he became a command interpreter in the Papua New Guinea Infantry Battalion.
However, in the battle a few days ago, when he was leading the indigenous soldiers to transport ammunition and serve as guides for the 53rd militia battalion, this militia battalion, which was fighting a nuclear-armed army that launched a night attack, unexpectedly fell into a trap.
After the platoon leader was killed, they broke up and ran away for their lives!
Not surprisingly, he and the transport squad of indigenous soldiers he led were completely scattered by these headless deserters, and lost contact with the larger army.
The white soldiers, including Wei Ran, turned out to be deserters that Hugo and the four indigenous soldiers who were originally responsible for transporting ammunition had picked up in the jungle in the past two days.
It was through this brief chat that Wei Ran also learned that Hugo had the highest military rank among this group of people, and with his "advanced age" of 23 years old and his experience of serving in Singapore and fighting, he had become a military commander.
Well-deserved leadership.
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But looking at the abundant ammunition they now have, the meager food supplies, and almost no medical supplies, Wei Ran feels that their top priority now may be to survive.
After this exchange, Wei Ran had already understood the general situation. The talkative Hugo seemed to have found inspiration, and he wrote rows of beautiful English sentences on the letter paper. The words were too descriptive.
The pleasant battlefield environment also made Wei Ran, who was peeking, unable to help but want to laugh.
Before Hugo finished writing this letter, from a distance that didn't feel too far away, there was once again the sound of fierce firefights and faintly audible shouts of killing!
Almost at the same time that these sounds reached his ears, Hugo returned the pen to Wei Ran again, put away the unfinished letters and the kettle that served as a pad, picked up the submachine gun at hand and whispered,
"Finally found it, hurry up and get there!"
After saying that, he immediately changed into his native language to greet the four indigenous soldiers, and walked at the front.
After secretly sizing up the other three white soldiers, Wei Ran felt a little more at ease. Fortunately, even the young soldier with an injured arm didn't have much fear on his face at this time.
A group of nine people, led by indigenous soldiers, ran hard all the way through the mountains and forests. When they panted and climbed up a stone mountain that was only forty or fifty meters high, they saw at a glance at the foot of the mountain on the other side, a heavily armed army.
The Japanese troops advanced quickly through the stream that was barely submerged to their knees, seemingly preparing to outflank the enemy who were still exchanging fire in the distance.
"That move again," Hugo sneered in a low voice, and took off a grenade from his waist again.
This time, the rest of the group pulled out a grenade without giving any instructions, and threw it to the nuclear-recruiting soldiers at the foot of the mountain in no particular order with Hugo.
