In the depths of the jungle shrouded in heavy rain, Wei Ran was alone guarding the bonfire that he had painstakingly lit, placing the wet wood beside the bonfire to dry it out, and adding the dried wood to the fire.
On a wooden stick leaning against the bonfire, the aroma of rice has evaporated from the Japanese lunch box simmering rice. On a stone beside the bonfire, the boiling rainwater in the cup has also been burned by the tea that was thrown in two minutes ago.
The bag is dyed red.
Looking at the dark rainforest around him, Wei Ran sighed, picked up the cup and poured the tea inside into the kettle.
In fact, after lighting the bonfire, the indigenous soldier Valoro put down all his luggage and materials, took only the Owen submachine gun and left the camp without saying a word.
Wei Ran knew that he was going to find his companion. He also knew that even if there were no barriers to communication between them, he would not be able to persuade Valoro.
After taking another cup of rainwater and slowly heating it by the campfire, Wei Ran simply took out the satchel in the metal notebook, took out the American lunch box and simmered an extra portion of rice.
I don’t know if this prayer worked, but almost as the rice in the lunch box was getting cooked, there was rustling movement and a faint light in the distance.
“For the pot!”
Almost as soon as Wei Ran let his body hide in the darkness and picked up the shotgun, Valoro's off-key shouts came from the direction of the movement.
"Valoro?" Wei Ran responded, rolling his eyes.
"For the pot! For the pot!"
Valoro shouted twice more, his tone full of anxiety. At the same time, Wei Ran also saw the other party's light.
After a while, Valoro came back carrying the indigenous companion who had been sent out to light mosquito coils to scare the Japanese.
After just one glance, Wei Ran raised his eyebrows. The native's shoulder was shot in half, and there was a blood groove caused by the bullet on the same side of the hip, which also cut his canvas skirt and body.
The boss tore a hole in the bottom of his backpack.
Looking up at the anxious Valoro, Wei Ran showed a reassuring smile, then took out the American L-shaped flashlight from his pocket, opened it and handed it to Valoro, asking him to help illuminate the wound.
First, some morphine was injected around the wound on the native's body. After a detailed examination, Wei Ran breathed a sigh of relief.
It can be seen from the wounds alone that the two bullets that hit him penetrated very well and did not cause a headache at all, so they just punched a hole in the shoulder and made a blood groove on the hip bone.
That’s it. No need to guess, 99% of it is the masterpiece of 38 Da Gai.
Although he was shot twice, it was not without its benefits. At least the black man's life was safe. Of course, the benefits only ended there. He was destined to be unable to follow suit in the future.
Waiting patiently for the medicine to take effect, Wei Ran opened the medical bag and started debriding and suturing with the help of weak light.
After finally bandaging the wound, Wei Ran packed the medical bag, pointed at himself and said, "Victor."
Then, he pointed at Valoro and said, "Valoro".
Seeing Wei Ran pointing at the injured native, Valoro immediately said, "Susu".
"Susu?" Wei Ran looked at the injured native.
"Susu"
The injured native patted his dark chest with his unaffected hand and said, "Susu."
"Let's eat"
Wei Ran switched to Chinese and said, since these two natives couldn't understand English anyway, there really wasn't much difference between using English and Chinese.
Inviting the two of them to sit down by the bonfire, Wei Ran opened the Japanese lunch box that had been hanging by the bonfire for heating, dug out half of the rice from the inside with a tray and placed it on the lid of the lunch box, and then poured another box with the same heat.
of the can and handed it to Susu and Valoro.
No need to teach them, the two natives each took out a spoon from somewhere in their bag, imitated Wei Ran, stirred the canned food and rice together, took a spoonful and blew it to cool before sending it in
in the mouth.
Although the food this night was not bad, Wei Ran could tell that neither Valoro nor the native named Susu were in high spirits. After all, they had lost their husband not long ago.
Three companions.
Due to the language barrier, Wei Ran was naturally unable to enlighten them. So he dug out the sake he found in the Japanese sniper's bag, unscrewed the lid and handed it to the two of them.
Taking the small bottle which was not that big in confusion, Valoro just sniffed it and nodded. While making gestures like clinking glasses, two words that Wei Ran could understand came out of his mouth - "
Hugo” and “cheers!”
He smiled and cupped his hands towards the two of them, and "cheers!" popped out of Wei Ran's mouth.
Hearing this, Valoro raised his neck and took a sip from the boss, then grinned and made a thumbs down gesture. Obviously, this sake was not to his taste.
Upon seeing this, the indigenous Susu took the bottle of wine, imitated Valoro and took a sip from the boss, and then choked and coughed repeatedly. Obviously, this little indigenous man who looked particularly young had never drank alcohol before.
This little embarrassment brought a rare smile to Valoro's face. Susu took another sip of the boss as if not to admit defeat, swallowed it with a grin, and then handed the bottle to Wei Ran.
Waving his hand to signal that he would not drink, Wei Ran pointed at Valoro.
Soon, this bottle of sake, which was not very tasty, was passed around between the two natives, Valoro and Susu. Susu, who was drinking for the first time, also unexpectedly appeared drunk.
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After sending him to the hammock originally prepared for Valoro, Wei Ran, who had filled his stomach, used the tent cloth Susu carried back to make a new hammock for Valoro, but the latter did not rest immediately and instead wore a poncho.
, holding the Japanese square box flashlight that was eliminated by Weiran, and went into the jungle again.
Soon after, he brought armfuls of firewood to the campfire. There was no doubt that these firewoods far exceeded their consumption for the night.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! It is from this small detail that Wei Ran has also seen that Valoro has probably made a decision to let Susu stay here.
Without saying anything else, Wei Ran took off his clothes and placed them on the green-skinned firewood to slowly bake. He also put on the poncho he had just captured and held up a flashlight to join in the work of collecting firewood.
However, before he could collect enough firewood, Valoro in the distance let out a cry.
Hearing this, Wei Ran immediately dropped the firewood and rushed over. However, when he came closer, he found that Valoro had already cut down a wooden pole and was currently using his machete to cut one end of the wooden pole.
Pointed tweed.
“For the pot”
When Valoro saw Wei Ran coming, he immediately pointed the square box flashlight in his hand straight ahead and pointed at it with the wooden pole in his hand.
Following the direction directed by the other party, he pointed the flashlight in his hand at the leafy tree. After some observation, Wei Ran couldn't help but shudder, and he hung down from the crown of the tree.
On a vine as thick as a wrist, an overly fat python is coiled!
Seeing that he had also discovered this unexpected prey, Valoro handed the newly whittled wooden pole to Wei Ran, then pointed to his belly, and then pointed to the python.
Looking over at the other party's signal, Wei Ran noticed that the python's belly was obviously bulging out. Apparently, it had also had dinner not long ago.
Seeing Valoro making a throwing gesture toward him, Wei Ran nodded, and the former immediately clenched the machete in his hand and got ready.
Wei Ran clenched the wooden pole in his hand, aimed at the python's swollen belly and stabbed it fiercely in the rain.
I don’t know whether it was the rain that blocked it or whether it was just full and unwilling to move, or the low temperature brought by the rain made the python’s reaction slower.
Almost when the wooden pole in his hand almost pierced the scales, the python raised its head and spat out a slender tongue.
However, before it could pounce on the attacking Wei Ran or the wooden pole, Valoro had already raised his knife and chopped off the scary snake's head!
Seeing this, Wei Ran immediately retracted the wooden pole, while Valoro used the machete in his hand to open the snake's head at his feet, and reached out to pull the body of the python that was still twisting on the vine.
Just as the native was about to disembowel the python, Wei Ran stopped him.
Seeing Valoro looking at him in confusion, Wei Ran pointed in the direction of the waterfall stream, then made a pooping gesture, and finally pointed at the python.
Obviously, Valoro understood what Wei Ran meant and immediately pulled down the python, which was estimated to weigh forty or fifty kilograms. Wei Ran also used the wooden pole in his hand to pick up the snake's head.
Returning to the camp as quickly as possible, Wei Ran took out the blanket fixed on the sniper's backpack, and the two of them rushed to the edge of the stream in the rain.
Hiding behind a tree, he skinned the python and cleaned its internal organs. Wei Ran put all the unwanted things and the snake's head on the blanket, and then took out a Mauser bayonet to cut open the internal organs and intestines.
Two half-digested large bats, rats and other prey were revealed.
He also stabbed the smelly stomach contents several times before wrapping them tightly with a blanket and a big stone. After tying them several times with ropes, he carried them into the stream in the dark.
After smiling at each other with Valoro, the two returned to the camp to grill the meat and continue collecting firewood.
As the two of them were busy, the branches of the big tree on which the temporary camp was based were gradually filled with bundles of firewood tied with vines. Around the campfire directly below, bundles of firewood were also tied with wooden sticks.
Grilled browned snake meat.
It was only then that Wei Ran took a bath with the soap, using the rainwater flowing from the corner of the sky, and carefully inspected the wounds on his body, and then lay down on the hammock.
Without resting for long at all, Wei Ran got up before dawn and quietly put away his hammock and canopy.
Almost immediately, Valoro woke up. Seeing this, Wei Ran first took a photo of Susu who was sleeping, then took a photo of him to wake him up, changed medicine and dressings for his wounds, and took the medicine seized yesterday.
The box of mosquito coils wrapped in oil paper was also left to Su Su.
After taking one last look at Valoro, Wei Ran walked toward the stream alone, carrying his backpack and shotgun.
Almost as soon as he finished peeing on a stone in the middle of the stream, Valoro came over with his things.
“For the pot”
Valoro called Wei Ran, and when he looked over, he immediately picked up the medicine bottle hanging around his neck and shook it.
"It's Victor, forget it and go."
Wei Ran didn't bother to correct the other person and followed Valoro in the direction they first came from.
Just like yesterday, Wei Ran made all the grenades on the two men's bodies into various styles of booby traps and placed them on the narrow path along the way.
Obstructed by these minor troubles, Wei Ran and Valoro widened the distance between them and the mountain artillery brigade behind them, and before noon, they arrived at the first place they saw, those who were tortured and killed by the Japanese.
remains of soldiers.
In just a few days, these corpses were already filled with a strong fishy smell. They could smell it even from far away, and they could even hear the buzzing of a large number of flies flapping their wings.
While there was still time, Wei Ran ventured onto the trail again, raised his camera, and took a photo of the mutilated corpses that could no longer be distinguished.
Without wasting too much time, the two continued to set off, and finally, two or three hours later, panting, they arrived at the trench where Commander Di issued the reconnaissance mission to them.
However, far away, the two of them smelled the strong smell of corpses again. Looking at each other, Wei Ran carefully walked into the abandoned trench, following the smell of corpses, and found more than a dozen corpses.
A disemboweled, rotting corpse.
On a big rock next to these corpses, he also saw the long head of Dee. The badly rotted head still wore the iconic cowboy hat of the Australian army, and the remaining neck was still tied with the same iconic
His handkerchief, and even his mouth, held a cigar and a piece of rotten flesh that seemed to be his genitals as before.
Silently looking at Valoro who was holding a tree and vomiting behind him, Wei Ran took out his camera and pressed the shutter again.
Putting away the camera, he took out a small ball of paracord from his bag, then took out the grenade tube tied to his backpack, the last grenade and the last two grenades.
Soon, under his arrangement, a trip grenade was placed on the path not far from the trench. The bushes directly below the grenade tied to the tree trunk also came from the bushes.
A separate set of booby traps was laid with grenades and a grenade.
This was not over yet, Wei Ran even hid the Japs backpack he had been carrying on a nearby tree, leaving only a shotgun, those copper-cased bullets, and the all-important camera.
Seeing this, Valoro also hid the extra equipment on his body, leaving only the Owen submachine gun and magazine in his hand.
Without the extra weight, the two speeded up again, and finally arrived at the jungle town of Isurava, which was the rear area, when stars appeared above their heads.
At this time, a strong white light appeared in front of Wei Ran's eyes without any warning. But he knew that this might be just the beginning.
