Accompanied by a series of explosions that were almost connected in a line, the Japanese who had originally planned to outflank were suddenly knocked upside down by the explosions. Before they could get up, the second round of grenades also launched from the densely planted building, but the height was only
It flew down from a low mountain less than 50 meters away.
After this round, Wei Ran only had the last three grenades he took out of the bag in his hand, while the others had used up all their stocks. At this time, Hugo was taking the other three grenades.
A white soldier started shooting, and the indigenous soldiers also grasped the machetes in their hands, ready for hand-to-hand combat at any time.
Seeing this, Wei Ran put three grenades on his belt, then picked up the trench gun, aimed at a ghost vaguely visible in the jungle, and pulled the trigger.
"boom!"
After this dull gunshot, which was different from other sounds, the ghost figure also fell on its back into the stream, and was then washed downstream by the water that had already been dyed red.
“It’s quite useful...”
Wei Randi muttered, and then, there were a lot of bullets hitting the tall tree where he was hiding, suppressing him so much that he couldn't stand up at all.
Hearing the sounds of the Japanese climbing up the mountain getting closer and closer, Wei Ran took out a grenade and threw it.
"boom!"
After the explosion, he immediately leaned forward, pointed at the visible figure, and pulled the trigger again and again, firing all four bullets in the magazine.
After retracting behind the big tree where he was hiding, Wei Ran first pushed a bullet into the gun chamber, and then filled the magazine with only four rounds.
In such a short time, Hugo happened to empty a magazine, and the pistol on his waist was also held by an indigenous soldier with both hands. He hid behind a tree, risked half of his body, and
The remaining three white soldiers aimed at the foot of the mountain and pulled the trigger again and again.
Seeing that Hugo was changing the magazine, Wei Ran immediately raised his gun and held the trigger. He pulled the handguard again and again and fired rapidly, making up for the firepower gap after losing the suppression of his only submachine gun.
However, after emptying the only five bullets in a few seconds, Wei Ran retracted into the bunker to reload bullets. Hugo, who had already changed the magazine, also started suppressing the situation again with the Sten submachine gun in his hand.
But in just such a moment, the indigenous soldier who fired with the pistol fell on his back and became silent. A white soldier also fell to the ground clutching his chest, twisting back and forth in pain, but he was about to die.
No more.
"Are there any more grenades?!" Hugo shouted.
"The last two!"
Wei Ran, who had just reloaded two shotguns, took off the grenade from his waist as he spoke, pulled out the ring and threw it out.
Almost immediately, the two indigenous soldiers also picked up the weapons of the two shot soldiers and continued to pour firepower towards the enemy down the mountain.
"boom!"
After the grenade exploded, intensive gunfire from machine guns was heard down the mountain. The trees and ground around Wei Ran and others also spattered a large amount of sawdust, soil and gravel under the impact of the bullets.
Taking advantage of being suppressed, Wei Ran loaded the weapon in his hand with bullets. Wei Ran picked up a stone and threw it out. As expected, when the stone fell to the ground, he heard the exclamations of the Japanese and who didn't know who it was.
The unlucky man's particularly clear scream after he fell.
But then, he saw a rifle with a bayonet emerging from behind a tree not far away. Without thinking much, Wei Ran raised the shotgun in his hand and pulled the trigger!
"boom!"
After the shot, he clearly saw the Jaap's hand holding the rifle's handguard exploding into a cloud of blood mist. The Jaap also screamed and dropped the weapon, clutching its bloody claws, staggering and rolling.
He fell down the hillside like a gourd.
"Retreat!" Hugo shouted, and then greeted him in dialect,
After receiving the order, everyone immediately retreated slightly and hid in the blind spot where the machine guns were firing upwards at the foot of the mountain. They each found a bunker and shot wildly at the Japs who had climbed up.
I have to admit that whether it is the shotgun in Wei Ran's hand, the Sten submachine gun in Hugo's hand that was caught in the magazine by vine hooks several times, or even the Enfield in the hands of the other soldiers, it is better than the Japs.
The 38-gauge in hand has a higher rate of fire.
This is undoubtedly a huge advantage, and coupled with the favorable location, at this time, the six or seven of them suppressed the Japanese who struggled to climb up the mountain and were unable to climb up at all.
However, the good times came to nothing, and soon, grenades flew up from the mountainside one after another. Seeing this, Wei Ran didn't care about the others at all, so he turned around and lay down in the gap between the plank roots of a big tree.
After a series of rumbling explosions, one after another the Japanese shouted in Japanese and rushed forward.
But looking around again, apart from Wei Ran, the only ones still alive at this time seemed to be Hugo holding a submachine gun, two indigenous soldiers, and a white soldier.
"Da da da!"
While shouting loudly, Hugo fired a fan with his submachine gun and drove back the Japanese who had just rushed up.
Almost at the same time that he emptied the magazine, Wei Ran, who was already prepared, threw out the last grenade, and then raised the shotgun in his hand and got ready.
"Boom!" The explosion of the grenade had just ended, and among the screams of the injured Japanese on the hillside, the Japanese "Ten Thousand Pieces" was heard again.
"boom!"
Almost at the same time that a Japanese soldier's steel helmet appeared, Wei Ran pulled the trigger, and the nine-shot bullet carrying huge energy easily opened the steel helmet, and at the same time, the face was beaten into a bloody mess.
.
This shot was like a signal. The remaining few people relied on the trees. Whenever a Japs appeared, they would shoot in time. Whenever a grenade flew up, they would immediately lie down on the spot to seek cover.
During this period, Wei Ran even took the risk of throwing back a grenade thrown at his feet.
However, the good times did not last long. After all, they lacked the overwhelming firepower advantage and were few in number. Soon, ghostly shadows climbed up from the slopes in the distance. At the same time, the slopes directly in front of Wei Ran and others,
Hand grenades were also thrown up one by one.
Amidst the rumbling explosions, Wei Ran and others were suppressed to the point where they could barely lift their heads, while the Japs climbing up from the side also began to suppress them with fire.
Although this method of attacking from the front and outflanking the flanks is old-fashioned, it is particularly useful when facing enemies like Wei Ran and others who are short of manpower.
"Hugo, I'm in charge of the front! Find someone to cooperate with me to suppress it, and you go and deal with the side!"
While Wei Ran was talking, he had already taken out the last two boxes of shotguns from the carton and put them into his pocket. Then he aimed at the enemy that was starting to appear in front of him, squeezed the trigger, pulled the handguard again and again, and fired with a rapid fire.
The method unleashed a relatively dense barrage, temporarily driving back the Japanese swarms.
At the same time, Hugo also ordered the remaining men to temporarily shift their firepower and began to fight back at the enemies on the side.
However, these few people were outnumbered after all. Soon, more than a dozen Japanese were shouting slogans crazily and rushed forward with bayonets attached to them. They ran towards Wei Ran and others risking their lives.
.
"Bang bang!"
Wei Ran only had time to fire off the two shotgun shells he had just loaded. Before the two Japanese who were shot fell to the ground, a matte titanium alloy pistol appeared in his hand.
"Bang bang!"
He shot down the two closest Japs with two more consecutive shots. When Wei Ran put away his pistol, he immediately took out four copper-cased shotguns from his pocket, stuffed them into the barrel of the gun as quickly as possible, and put one on top first.
Then he pushed back the remaining three rounds.
"boom!"
In the crisp sound of gunfire, the cowboy hat on Wei Ran's head flew away, and he also felt a strong heat on the top of his head.
Ignoring checking the wound on his head, Wei Ran squeezed the trigger again, pulled the slide repeatedly and used the intense firepower from the collision to knock down several enemies that were rushing towards him. Then he took out his pistol again and started shooting.
In just a few seconds, Wei Ran emptied the magazine of his pistol. While putting away his pistol, he put on his anti-Japanese broadsword. He knocked away the bayonet thrust by a Japanese soldier. At the same time, he rushed forward and hit the enemy with the butt of his gun.
Before reaching his own neck, he slashed the opponent's claws hard at the mouth.
As the devil screamed, Wei Ran followed up by kicking it hard in the crotch.
This unexpected and fatal blow made the devil's eyes widen, but immediately, a blood-stained anti-Japanese sword was placed on his neck and his throat was slit open.
He used this unstructured but effective fighting to kill a Japanese soldier. When Wei Ran saw a Japanese soldier facing away from him and fighting a white soldier with a bayonet, he immediately rushed forward and took advantage of his unpreparedness, and slashed his neck with a knife.
"Thanks!"
The soldier whose arm was injured bared his small white teeth and shouted, then raised the Enfield rifle in his hand, pointed it behind Wei Ran and pulled the trigger!
"boom!"
Amidst the deafening gunfire, Wei Ran, who was only one meter away from the muzzle of the gun, could even clearly see the fireworks ejected from the muzzle, and could even feel the smoke produced by the burning gunpowder spraying on him after the bullet came out of the chamber.
on the face.
But when he turned around, he saw a Japanese man behind him lying on his back with a bullet in his eye socket.
"Da da da!"
Just at this time, there was another sound of machine gun fire and the screams of Japanese soldiers coming down the mountain.
At the same time, Wei Ran and others on the top of the mountain also felt that the offensive slowed down a lot instantly. Some of the Japs who had climbed up even turned around and started firing towards the right front down the mountain.
"Our help is here!"
Hugo shouted, pointed at a Japanese soldier who rushed in front of him, pulled the trigger and fired a bullet. At the same time, he stopped saving ammunition and fired a dense fan.
Using a magazine of bullets to drive away the remaining Japs, Wei Ran sat on the edge of the long canvas bag with a huff, breathing heavily and staring at the hillside while reloading the shotgun in his hand.
bullet.
What he just said was late but happened in the blink of an eye, but such an intense confrontation in such a short period of time inevitably made him overlook some things.
Because of this, when he loaded the shotgun with bullets and put away the anti-Japanese sword while others were not paying attention, he felt a burning pain on the side of his head and the outside of his thigh.
Carefully touching the top of his head, Wei Ran secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, the shot that had just blown off his hat only scratched a little of his scalp and took away some hair, and did not hurt any bones at all.
The wound on the thigh was not caused by a bullet, but a wound that was six or seven centimeters long made by something.
Compared to his minor injuries, the condition of the others was not that good at this time.
The inner side of Hugo's left arm was stabbed with a bayonet. Apparently, the knife aimed at the heart was deflected.
Of those indigenous soldiers who were still fighting, only one was still holding Hugo's pistol. He was not injured. Even when Wei Ran looked at him, the old black man was using a machete to repair the corpse of the remaining Japanese.
Where's the knife?
The few remaining white soldiers, except for the first one whose arm was injured, the rest were lying on the ground like the indigenous soldiers, whose life and death were unknown.
Without enough time to check the condition of the wounded, Wei Ran and two other soldiers also followed Hugo's call and used their weak firepower to attack the enemies down the mountain and those who were firing halfway up the mountain.
However, the good times did not last long. Soon, both Wei Ran and Hugo noticed that their reinforcements seemed to be equally small in number, and they were obviously fighting and retreating.
Upon seeing this, Hugo immediately called Wei Ran and others back to the wounded. After a hasty inspection, he picked up a white soldier who was only shot in the thigh and a soldier who was stabbed in the neck but seemed lucky to be unhurt.
The indigenous soldiers, whose blood vessels and blood vessels were only affected, and whose breathing was only affected, began to retreat, moving in a circuitous direction in the direction where the firefight was still taking place.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Soon, they saw an infantry platoon that was helping them attract firepower.
These are three standard ten-man squads. The person in charge is obviously the one with the sideburns holding a Thompson submachine gun in his hand, but when he fires, he actually has a smoking gun in his mouth.
thick cigar.
To his right were six young soldiers holding Enfields and firing continuously. To his left was a three-man Bren machine gun team responsible for suppression. And such a ten-man team also had one on each wing.
When Wei Ran and others saw them, the ammunition soldier in the nearest machine gun team obviously also noticed them and shouted.
After being reminded, the bearded man holding a Thompson in his hand immediately waved to them to come over.
"Walk!"
Hugo didn't hesitate at all, and he led everyone and ran over carrying the only two wounded people.
"Which battalion are you from?" As the bearded man hiding behind the tree trunk spoke, he did not forget to change the magazine of the submachine gun in his hand.
The "Papuan Infantry Battalion" hid behind a tree and shouted in response, "I am Hugo, commanding the interpreter."
"39th Battalion"
The man with the sideburns popped up and fired a burst, then retracted, "I'm Dean, how did you get over there? Were you the ones exchanging fire with those monkeys just now?"
"Gentlemen, if you have time to chat, why don't you give me some first aid kits?" Wei Ran asked before Hugo spoke.
"Who has a first aid kit?" Dean shouted, and soon a young soldier took off a first aid kit and threw it over.
"We don't have much ammunition," Dean urged. "We will withdraw when we are ready."
"One minute!"
Wei Ran responded loudly, and at the same time he tore open the first aid kit, expertly applied a hemostatic bandage to the soldier who was shot in the thigh, and then quickly checked the indigenous soldier who was stabbed in the neck, and after confirming that
After having no other way to deal with it, he immediately used the remaining gauze to wrap a few times on his head, and then briefly tied the wound on Hugo's arm.
While he was busy here, Hugo had already opened the backpack he was carrying, which was originally carried by the indigenous soldiers, and distributed the disposable ammunition slings inside to Dean's riflemen.
"withdraw!"
Seeing that Wei Ran's wounds had been bandaged, Dean immediately issued an order, orderly directing the people and the machine gun team to alternate cover, and began to retreat along the dense jungle on one side of the stream in the mountains. Those who had originally planned to
The Japanese who outflanked but were defeated by Wei Ran and others also started the pursuit under the orders of the commander behind them.
"Where are we going?" When Hugo asked loudly, Wei Ran also pricked up his ears.
"Follow me!" Dean responded without answering the question, and led everyone to continue to retreat.
After walking through the humid and hot jungle, crossing the stream and climbing up a low mountain to completely defeat the enemy, they also saw a trench halfway up the mountain.
Under the leadership of Dean, everyone jumped into a muddy trench. Not long after walking back along this trench, they walked around to the other side of the low mountain and immediately saw several tents set up with canvas for ventilation.
tent.
At this time, there were still some wounded people lying in the tent, and at the same time, there were also some native soldiers who were shirtless, or wearing canvas skirts, or wearing big pants, carrying various supplies on stretchers or donkeys, and transporting various supplies along the way.
Wounded people of all kinds.
Just as he was observing the camp, the surviving indigenous soldier in his group also shouted something, and immediately after, the two indigenous soldiers who were carrying two boxes of ammunition on a stretcher responded enthusiastically.
As the three people communicated in native dialect, the expressions on their faces changed from the excitement of meeting acquaintances to sadness.
"They are all from the same tribe," Hugo couldn't help but sigh after explaining.
"You were separated by the girls from the 53rd Battalion, right?" Dean waited until Wei Ran and the soldier named Neil put the two wounded men on stretchers and carried them away, then asked in an almost affirmative tone.
Hearing this, Hugo nodded angrily, "We were separated from the main force after that night attack."
"In the past two days, we have collected many girls who escaped from the 53rd Militia Battalion and entered the jungle."
Dean said in a mocking tone, "They are too timid, not even as courageous as women. Now those frightened little rabbits have been assigned to transport supplies and wounded people and stand guard with the indigenous soldiers."
After a short pause, Dean looked around at Wei Ran, Hugo and others who were all injured, "What about the four of you? Continue to transport supplies, or stay here? If you choose to transport supplies, I can find two stretchers for you.
Just enough to send your companions back to the rear. If..."
"I want to stay"
Before Dean could finish speaking, Hugo made a decision, "I can speak native language and can be a translator. I can also fight on the front line, or you can let me be responsible for investigation."
"I'll stay too"
Wei Ran then said, "But if you can, please give me some decent supplies, preferably a new shirt and medicine."
"I'll stay too"
Neil, a white soldier with an injured arm, then said, "But I have a condition. I will only follow Captain Hugo."
"Where is he?" Dean looked at the indigenous soldier who still had Hugo's Browning pistol on his waist and several ammunition slings on his body.
"His name is Valoro"
Hugo gave a brief introduction, then switched to dialect and had a conversation with the indigenous soldier.
Soon, he said, "Varolo also wants to stay. He said that his friend is carrying a stretcher. He hopes to get the other party to come over and join the fight. His friend is willing to join the fight."
"I agreed"
Dean nodded indifferently. Seeing this, the indigenous soldier named Valoro immediately waved to the indigenous soldier who was still waiting by the tent, waiting for the indigenous soldier with a necklace of animal teeth and animal bones hanging around his neck to come over.
After that, he immediately bared his big white teeth and introduced me in native dialect.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! "This soldier is called Kaikai," Hugo introduced helpfully, "He and Valoro are from the same tribe."
This name is quite cute...
Wei Ran couldn't help but muttered. After a while, a shirtless field doctor emerged from the tent. He tapped the tray in the other hand with the hemostatic forceps, "And
Who needs a tailor here quick?”
"Go and treat your wounds quickly."
Dean waved to the field doctor as he spoke, and then continued to Wei Ran and others, "I will arrange tasks for you later."
Upon hearing this, Hugo immediately greeted everyone and walked into the tent that served as the operating room.
The environment here is really not that good. There is damp gravel under the feet, and there are a lot of pieces of meat and blood-stained clothes and fabrics discarded on it, and there are even two fingers that don't know who they belong to.
"My craftsmanship is not good, which one of you will come first?"
The field doctor said while preparing an analgesic injection, "Also, you can call me a tailor, and it's better to think of me as a tailor."
"I'll go first." Wei Ran took the lead and sat down. "Just help me sew up the wound on my head."
"no problem"
The field doctor who called himself a tailor quickly injected a small amount of anesthetic around the wound, and then completed the debridement and suturing work with a meticulousness that was beyond Wei Ran's expectation. By the way, he also helped Wei Ran sew up the scratch on his leg.
Four stitches and wrapped in gauze.
"I thought your skills were really not that good," Wei Ran couldn't help but say.
"I'm a tailor, not a veterinarian."
The field doctor said this while treating Hugo's wounds, but he didn't notice Wei Ran's strange expression at all.
It took less than half an hour to treat all the wounds of the three people. The tailor also distributed some adipine used to treat malaria to each of the two black men and supervised them to take it.
Go down.
While the doctor was not paying attention, Wei Ran also stuffed a surgical medical kit and four or five boxes of simple-packaged condoms into Valoro's backpack under the cover of Hugo and Neil.
When they walked out of the tent, the bearded man named Dean was already waiting for them.
"Come with me"
The man with the sideburns turned around while he was talking, led them into a tent next door, motioned them to sit down on the ammunition box, and then said, "We need someone to detect the enemy's movements, if you are willing to stay
, I only have this task for you."
"No problem" Hugo said without thinking.
“Our base camp is in Insurava”
Dean had already opened an ammunition box as he spoke, "There will be a firefight with the enemies you just ambushed here, so I'm afraid you need to set out immediately to detect the movements, number and weapons of the enemy's main force, and send the intelligence to
Yin Surava.”
Before he finished speaking, he had already picked up two Sten submachine guns from the ammunition box and placed them on the table.
"Are there any other options for submachine guns?"
Hugo also placed his Sten submachine gun on the table and said dissatisfiedly, "I don't know which British idiot designed this piece of garbage, let alone why he put the magazine on the side. This
I don’t know how many times I got tangled up in vines because of my misplaced dick.”
"Be content"
Dean shook the Thompson he was carrying, "This guy, which is heavier than my wife when she was pregnant, is even harder to use, so do you want it or not?"
"want"
Hugo nodded decisively and gave the two submachine guns that the other party had just taken out to Neil and Valoro, "Can you give us two more?"
"there is none left"
Dean spread his hands, "If you are lucky enough, you might be able to find the supplies airdropped by the blind pilots in the jungle. There might be more weapons there. Also, thank you for the rifle ammunition and submachine gun ammunition you just sent.
"
"Where are the grenades?" Wei Ran asked, "How about at least giving us a few grenades?"
"No problem at all"
Dean said, opening another ammunition box, and said very generously, "If you don't mind the weight, you can take it."
Upon hearing this, everyone immediately rushed forward and each took four or five No. 36 anti-personnel grenades, which are widely praised for their power.
Those who had a submachine gun asked for four or five additional magazines. Those who didn't have a submachine gun got several boxes of No. 12 shotguns and a pack of 9mm handkerchiefs from Dean, plus a wet and dripping bag.
There was water on it, and I didn’t know if it was a shirt that had just been washed, and an English pot-lid helmet.
The indigenous warrior named Kaikai used the Enfield rifle that belonged to Neil and had some rust on the muzzle.
After Hugo took a map from Dean's hand, the team that had just found the main force set off again, bypassing the stream and returning the same way, and took up the task of reconnaissance.
